The Ghost


8102 N 124th St
United States

My entire life

There's been a ghost following me

The ghost of a child

That I used to be


The ghost of a fool

Naive and unaware

The ghost that I hate

The ghost that I scare


I lash at my ghost

I scream and call names

I blame it for being

The source of my shame


I hate it

I hate it

For I am so mean

To the ghost of the child

That I used to be

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