Time freezes, yet goes by
My days turn to night
To look in the mirror is surreal
The image does not match how I feel
To break the mirror and make it crack
Would be more accurate, or to paint it black
Reality is not what I covet it to be
I’m trapped in chains instead of soaring free
Momentary breakdowns are replaced by feeling numb
Ghosts seem less prevalent when you ignore them
The apparitions come back to taunt and to haunt
I scream, “You’ve gotten what you want!”
The voices and the echoes, they won’t go away
My emotions and my heart are where they like to play
The ghosts of my past hide long enough for me to feel safe
They reappear and seek me by yelling “boo” in my face
A false sense of security is replaced by instability
I grasp moments of tranquility
Surrounded by people, yet I feel alone
My heart skips beats and has turned to stone
The ghosts dig my past up from the grave
They desire me to be their slave
The lifeless entities help others bury me alive
They bury , but I am determined to revive.
Here I stand, partly alive and half dead
Filled with hope, yet also dread
I look at my shadow and it better portrays
This toxic, perplexing haze
I will battle you morbid ghosts
I am familiar with your deception; you’re a hoax
Go back to the grave from where you came
I no longer want to play your malignant game
Depart, you wicked lie
You’re already dead, so say goodbye