A ghost

Hmm perhaps you can tell me?

There is nothing but a ghost in this empty bedroom

But what else is to be expected

When paint has peeled

And the child who grew between these walls was left behind, neglected

Because she grew to an age where she swapped out her cartoons for her mother’s finest perfumes

And pulled gold thread around her neck so the pearls of her childhood could hang in the balance

Just so one day she might find herself on the arm of a groom.

Suffocating, that golden thread pulls tight, choking. She can’t breath. Her lungs corrupted by those fumes even if those painkillers are injected.

But she had no knife to wield

She is unprotected

She is just another of those infected walking in their tombs

But the needle in her arm won’t bring her closer to this god who she calls you

‘Cause she never learned to believe in herself back in that bedroom

Now all she does is play connect the dots with the scars on her forearms but what else is to be expected?

When she forced that smile for so long eventually it started to look real because how much does it really take to conceal

That she’s dying on the inside? Since people would have her dissected

Or put on some kind of mask and costume

Than tell her everything is going to be alright.

But when the first kick of life hits her from inside out, maybe it is too much to assume

That anything could be okay? When she’s dropping out of classes because now she’s just another of those socially rejected.    

And, everyone plasters on surprised expressions when she’s revealed

As just one of a million robots labeled in red as defective

And soon she is just another shadow that looms,

In an empty child’s bedroom, nothing more than a ghost of the girl she once was.

Author's Note

A bit of a work in progress still, but feel free to tell me what you think/

Reviews

[AlexValkyrie]

Feels like a stab in the heart. And I'd like to believe that I understand women a little better because of this.

I sincerely hope I've never caused something like the pain your subject felt.

[Katelin L.]

It's nice to know that it had an impact on someone, thanks for reviewing! :)