I know you're gone now
But you still linger in the depths of my head
I blocked you out
But you still found a way inIt's been 3 months now
Yet you're still here in my brain
You're always out of sight
But never out of my mindAnd now I'm seeing silhouettes
Despite never having met
I can hear your voice
Commanding me to do your biddingI thought I was fine with this
But if I am then why are you back again
I hear your words inside my head
I'm not pretty 'til I'm thin
I'm not pretty 'til I'm a skeletonI don't want you here
Your ghost is haunting me
And it is consuming me
Please
I don't want to live in fearYou're always here in my mind
Please someone call a priest
Perform an exorcism on me
I can't take it anymore
Get your ghost out of here
I'm not your marionette doll now
So stop trying to control me
With those haunted memories
Please get out of here
YOU ARE READING
Metanoia
PoetryMetanoia: [Noun] Change in one's way of life resulting from penitence or spiritual conversion. Poems, songs, and the occasional letter.