Spectre

There’s a ghost that haunts me

When I’m alone

It’s there all the time 

But sometimes it makes its presence known

It whispers into my ears 

Insanely obnoxious things

It reminds of failure and embarrassment 

During the rare moments of courage

It wins over me every time

When I feel loved

By reminding me of failed relationships 

Of people who don’t like me anymore

It provokes me to be offensive

In the most inappropriate times

It makes me paranoid

Holding me back from trusting people

No matter how much I want to give in 

It reminds me of the scars

Beneath the layers of clothing

It tells me I’m not good enough

To be with other people

Standing over me with an evil grin across its face

While I sit curled up in the corner

It’s a strange presence I feel all around me

Letting me not be me

I scream in my dreams

As horrid bloody images flash in my mind

And I can imagine the ghost

Watching over me with a look of sadistic pleasure

It’s the Ghost of my past

I pray to you

My master,

I have suffered enough

Please let me go…