Abolishing the Ghosts of Halloweens Past

Time freezes, yet goes by;

my days are turned to night.

To look in the mirror is surreal;

the image dos not match how I feel.

To break the mirror and make it crack,

would be more accurate, or to paint it black.

Reality, not what I covet it to be;

trapped in chains instead of soaring free.

Momentary break downs are replaced by feeling numb;

ghosts seem less prevalent when you ignore them.

They come back to taunt and to haunt;

I scream, "You've gotten what you want!"

The voices and the echoes, they won't go away;

my emotions and my heart is where they like to play.

They hide long enough for me to feel safe;

then they seek me, yelling "BOO" in my face.

A false sense of security is replaced by instability;

I grasp on to moments of tranquility.

Surrounded by people, yet I feel alone;

my heart skips beats and has turned to stone.

These ghosts dig my past up from the grave;

they desire for me to be their slave.

They help others bury me alive;

They bury, but I am determined to revive.

Here I stand, partly alive and half dead;

filled with hope, yet also dread.

I look at my shadow and it better portrays,

this toxic, perplexing haze.

I will battle you morbid ghosts;

I am familiar with your deception, you're a hoax.

So go back to the grave from where you came;

I no longer want to play your malignant game.

Depart, you wicked lie;

you're already dead, so say goodbye.