18 Years of God Damn Bullshit: A Memoir

Ghost

I remember the first time I noticed I was a ghost

The house I grew up in was silent, and empty

Haunted with those I'd lost and hadn't lost yet

So many ghosts

I was a watcher

I watched behind windows and listened through walls

I knew their secrets but they never knew I knew

I was a secret

A spy like that girl from those movies I used to love

I took notes, I observed, but never told

Telling was not for ghosts

Even when you wish you could warn people

Even when you wish you could save them

The guilt of a ghost is often understated

I am not yet the ghost without conscience

Give me a few more years before I can forget the morality I've been told since the beginning

Give me a few more years to forget the awful things I've seen

To forget their screams