It wrote to me for the first time on one of those days
When I was feeling depressed and was filled with regret
It only instigated me more
Until I was maddened by misery and guilt for what I had done.
But I recovered and forgot about it...
But it came again,
When I was overcome with joy this time
It cherished my past memories which were sweet
And instilled a sense of pride in me
Left me happier than ever
And I recovered and forgot about it...
Every feeling and emotion,
Every memory and thought,
It provoked inside me, until it was overemphasized
Until I couldn't imagine anymore
It left me overexcited and overdepressed
For every single joy and sorrow felt a ten times intensified
This was what the ghost was doing to me
But the ghost lived inside me.
The ghost was not ghastly,
Nor was it a spirit ruling my body
It was just my overoverdramatizing conscience
Which was reigning my actions slowly and gradually.
It needed to be calmed and trained
To rid it of all the trouble
Since I couldn't free myself from it
Without ripping myself.
