The Ghost
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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