Inktober #31 - Ghosts

Look man, I've got a lot of ghosts in my head,
Whole book of scary stories that won't close till I'm dead.
And they keep on coming back to haunt me lately,
I relate, Chutney, when you say you're a baby.
I've got so much remorse in store that it's crazy,
Though sticks and stones and all of that shit don't phaze me,
I got an armor that's strong like an ox
But on the inside I'm constantly doxed.
By myself! Check my ego, regrow.
People in the world they bleed but I don't.
I'm cold. Set my heart to stone to be strong,
Yet atone when I wrong, feel so phony and lost,
I was so happy and naive when I was three!
Grew up quick though and now I see!
Society's fucked up and I ain't free!
But is THAT real, is the only evil ME?
That tells me to feel, or not feel, what's not real.
Thank God I got peers - gathered up a lot here,
Haven't cried in years but I've stocked tears!
Coming out the box when my block tears,
Built me up to rock though.

Card soldier but I will not fold.
Go hard. Discard me tardy when it's over.
I don't party I'm sober.
Want to live a fun life though - the hardest rollercoaster.
And I'll learn to be real.
Learn to feel real. Learn to bleed out,
So I get new blood flowing in my cables.
Vented out I'm powderdowning now.
I'll see you later.

Ghosts...