Ghosts

I see ghosts floating in the corner of my eye

Collecting tears and memories as they fly

I'm the only one who sees and feel them

Product of my past, it's me they came from

When I'm vulnerable they gather around

They pull me further down until I drown

They've taken every joyful thought away

In their cold merciless hands, I'm clay

In the grip of my own ghosts is terrifying

The sad part is it's myself I'm fighting

A game where I'll always be the loser

And I'm both the defender and accuser