Thinking of the past..

The ghosts of the past... coming back to haunt me, to show me my faults; to scratch at my brain and drive me crazy. They gently poke at me with their coldness, not even a body just cold. I can't stand the feeling! I just want to shout from the roof, "YES! I AM WRONG!" but I know it won't help me. Nothing can hep me. I can't leave my past behind me with these ghosts, these demons. They won't let me! "Please," I beg, "Please just let me live happy.." but to no avail. I'm never going to be left alone. These ghosts push me to the edge, and almost over. I find a way back to safe land and then am dragged back, kicking and screaming. I try to fight back, but I can't! I want to live my life, the way I want to, but I can't. Not with these damned ghosts. These damned ghost that won't leave me alone.