Never, cause now I see.
Ghosts follow almost everyone.
They hide their demons from me.
It’s like every next time I become.
deeper in myself.
Every time I force her to be herself.
There is nothing I can when I’m stuck here on the sideline
except watch with a feeling of melodramatic sadness.. as if i am dead – know by now taller walls hardly fall,
I chose instead to protect against a lost soul, a fake self.