I'm being followed

screw happy poems.

Something creeps up from behind,

I feel a shiver run down my spine.

I finally start to look up,

regain my confidence,

feel like everything is falling into place,

and here it comes,

my past, ready to haunt me once again.

 

I'm back on my feet,

feeling alright.

Thinking, "Maybe I can just forget, let go"

I start to really believe it too,

and begin to move on.

I don't think about it anymore.

I don't think about him anymore.

I don't think about anything anymore.

But, every time I begin to be happy,

Some little hint of him just sneaks back into my life.

 

It's those first few chords of that song we used to love,

That emotionless gaze from across the room when I least expect it,

Or hearing his name, just casually slipped into conversation, by a friend.

These are the things that trip me up when I've been standing tall,

Make me remember why I was ever down at all,

And break down the walls, so carefully built up,

To keep these things from effecting me.

 

I'm being followed by the things in my past,

And stalking is a talent of their's.

I can't shake this feeling,

But I just want to be left alone.

I want to be free of all that has happened,

I'm finding so much hope in my new situation,

But then something comes along and my new, happy world,

comes crashing down right before my eyes.

 

There's nothing anyone can do to stop this.

"I should be over this by now"

They don't understand.

It's not fair to them,

But see, the thing is,

It's not fair to me either.

 

I'm the one being followed,

by ghosts I can't get rid of.

Oh please,

I'm begging them,

Let me be.
Can't they see, I'm trying to get better?

I'm trying to find hope.

I'm trying to find love.

Please, leave me be,

Shadows of my past,

Let me go.

I'm being followed.

Author's Note

blahh. opinions?