There's a ghost;

She haunts me wherever I go,

Building walls higher than mountains,

On a base deeper than canyons,

Threatening,

That she'll pull out my tongue if I complain about her.

There's a ghost;

She defines me presently,

Because she was created from the choices I made

And now she's so much significant,

That my fingerprints 

Have long stopped identifying me.

There's a ghost;

She's just as stuck as I am,

Lost in an endless garden 

Of a nameless fantasy,

So I think I forgive her 

And just wish for her to find peace.