The Ghost

Do you see the outline
Of the ghost
In my face?

That eerie presence
That lingers
Behind my smiles
And behind my eyes?

He’s always there
Watching
Waiting
Hiding all of my imperfections.

From you
The Great Tormenter
The Most Unhonorable Judge

You’ll never see him
You’ll never know
The pain you’ve planted
In my soul.