Ghosts of prior friends in waiting
Haunting, shrieking as I pass
Serving as a stark reminder
That I built my house from glass
Under watchful eyes I whisper
Only loud enough for you
Speaking unconditionally
Hoping it reflects My truth
Even with your reassurance
I can’t help but second guess
Do I actually belong here
Is this why my heart confessed
Slowly jealousy controlling
Feeble mind is wearing thin
Cast out from the iron table
Waiting to be let back in
Not gonna lie this went a lot of different directions while writing it but I dig it