Poem Title: Ghosts

Ghosts? I don’t even believe in ghosts.

But I’ve heard stories.

But I know you can be a ghost of your old self

I know I am.

I’ve seen things

I’ve been to places,

I have memories of places I’ve never been.

I’m a ghost of my past

I want to believe, I’m over it

But memories haunt me.

I am young, but I feel like an old soul.

The ghost of the girl

Whose now a woman

They thought

She was weird

She made friends with the monsters beneath her bed.

Now a woman.

The ghost of the little

Girl,

Still haunted her

She still yearned for the

Monsters beneath her bed!

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