There's a little ghost
Which follows me around.
It whispers in my ear.
Things like I'm bad
I'm not good enough.
I don't like the little ghost.
Sometimes I manage
To loose it behind me
But it always comes back
No matter what I do.
It can be gone for most of the day
And come back
Late at night.
But no matter what I do
No matter what I try
The little ghost
Always comes back.
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Poems
PoetryI'm not the best at writing poems, but here's a compilation of the ones I write in my notebook. They're kind of confusing at first, but you'll figure it out. Yes some of them are emo, but some are happy too. Updates every Friday
