My Ghostly Past Poem by Melynda Smith

My Ghostly Past



This is my life,
My world and home.
It's my life that has been screwed over.
Nobody believe's me,
Believe's me.
I've benn beaten, hurt,
Hurt both physically and menatally.
Nobody know's though, not at all.
So why bother telling,
Telling them about, about,
My Ghostly Past.
This is my life,
My world and home.
I may be screwed up and in this padded room,
But i ain't a fool,
You're lying to me,
Cheated on me and threw me into the dark.
So screw this.
I'm gone.
This Ghostly Past is gone.
'Cause here i am,
In a coffin underneath 6 ft of dirt,
Never, to be seen again.
No, i'll haunt you, haunt you till i'm satisfied,
So i'll see you soon.
Later, you jerk!

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