The Ghost With The Spilt Personality
I am a ghost.
I am my own worst enemy.
I am my only friend to me.
I am my own frenemy.
Always a game of tug of war.
Which side of mine will take over me?
I’ve lost that game, I lie in the mud.
I am lost to who I am.
I walk these streets all alone,I am filthy.
Covered in dirt, leaving tracks no one sees.
Not even my putrid apperence can attract a glance.
I am truly a ghost.
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Posted on October 4, 2011, in Poetry. Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.
I’m one of those who gets a lot of ideas when they’re about to fall asleep. XD
At least I’m not the only one! This blog is like the only way i can get it out. haha