Ghost

Regret and looking down upon themselves.

I haunt these halls

Because I have no place I belong.

Only a shadow

Of who I once was.

People don’t understand

Nor do they try to look underneath,

The surface of my facade.

Why would they try?

After all,

I am merely a tool.

Meant to be used, abused and discarded when my uses run out.

This is all I can do,

It’s all I am capable of doing.

This is my fate,

To exist as another’s curse,

As their mistake.

To lead an existence

That is filled to the brim

Of anger,

Sorrow,

Pain,

Loneliness,

Hate.

This is my horrible fate,

One I have already accepted.

A fate that will deny me happiness and love,

I know those are things I should not have nor desire.

This is the way things are meant to be.

My fate may be horrible,

But it is fair.