The Ghost of a Girl

I wake up from my slumber
My eyes weighed down from sleep
My hair is messed, my clothes are wrinkled
I'm coming shallow from the deep

I do not yawn, I do not stretch
Because I do not feel the need
I sit up in my covered bed
And sigh myself to see

But as I look upon my floor
A shadow catches my eye
For there are footprints everywhere
And I am sure they are not mine

I stand up from my hiding place
Let the covers fall to the floor
I trace along the ghostly footsteps
With my own, all through the door

They walk along the hallway
I pass the bedrooms, kitchen, and now
I follow them to the glassy door
And as far as it will allow

I stare outside the window
For, I guess, that's what was done
But I really don't notice anything
Not one thing - not one

So I get bored, I move along
With the footprints as my guide
I follow them down the hallway again
On this ever-confusing ride

I make it to my bedroom
And in the mirrored glass I see
That the ghost of who was haunting my room
Was really only me

I start to shake as I see the girl
That I no longer know
With sunken eyes and tearstained cheeks
With a twisted frown, just so

I make it back to my hiding place
Pull the covers over my head
I fall asleep as I cry and wait
For when I wake to do it again