Faded Ghosts

Friends become ghosts, Ghosts I don’t even recognize anymore. Telling secrets, Spreading lies, Trying to ruin Me. Everyone says people change As we grow. And, we do. But These have all changed For the worse. They take my secrets, Ones I trusted them with. Twist them. Turn them. Tell them. What happened to Being young? Being naïve. Being innocent. Loving those around you… Keeping promises. Can the substance abuse Really twist and turn Everything you’ve Always Been Into something you Never Thought you’d become? Because, it has. These people, These used-to-be’s, Are no more. At least, Not to me. So, they can spread The secrets. Twist the truth. Tell the lies. I’m above that. And I know Who I Am.