This is more a poem than a story but I think peoms would go in this area.
Cold Vision
I stand here, from a vantage point seen by all but me,
Looking down upon the world of humanity,
A world not mine, that I have lived in all my life.
I watch the people walk past, lost in themselves,
They do not see me, yet I do not call out,
For I know that they will fear me if I do.
“Am I dead?â€