The Ghosts of my past.

October 8, 2008-Floating.

You think I’m just a shadow..

A ‘nothing’ in the dark?

The last thing that I want;

Is another stupid remark.

So what if I stand back,

When everyone runs to your side;

I’m floating on the ocean.

I’m leaving, with the tide.

I’m floating on the breeze;

And you’re not on my way..

Go- Just go.

I don’t need you anyway.