Ghost of Me..

An isolated fairground,
Dark and opaque..
Not a moment of silence,
Has ever taken place..

My mind haunts me,
Most of the time..
But I'm usually so numb,
I'm not afraid to die..

My demeanor,
Can come off as disrectful..
But what can you expect..
When you can't trust no one ?

The demons inside,
Are never insecure..
Wasting no time,
Kicking my anxiety on full..

The shadows around me,
Always lurk in my presence..
In the mirror, I can't see..
What everyone else can..
When you hear my voice
Or say my name..
Even til this day,
That is just the ghost of me..