I remember the first time I noticed I was a ghost
The house I grew up in was silent, and empty
Haunted with those I'd lost and hadn't lost yet
So many ghosts
I was a watcher
I watched behind windows and listened through walls
I knew their secrets but they never knew I knew
I was a secret
A spy like that girl from those movies I used to love
I took notes, I observed, but never told
Telling was not for ghosts
Even when you wish you could warn people
Even when you wish you could save them
The guilt of a ghost is often understated
I am not yet the ghost without conscience
Give me a few more years before I can forget the morality I've been told since the beginning
Give me a few more years to forget the awful things I've seen
To forget their screams
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18 Years of God Damn Bullshit: A Memoir
Non-FictionPoems and stories from my chaotic life because I love to trauma dump with sexy words. Be kind, and enjoy <3