Ghosts there

I presented an honest despair as you judged my struggle from there.
I trusted kindly but you cut my pride, slicing it all with a fatal blade you hide in there.
Ghosts don’t feel they only want to feed.
Ghosts don’t cry they can wear a mask like a mirror.
I see now how you tore me.
Why bother explaining what you’re not when it’s you, all you there.