My house is filled with ghosts,
That only I can see,
I try to tell my mother,
But she laughs at me.
They haunt my every step,
Whispering past events,
telling me their stories,
Filling me with worries.
I lay in bed at night,
Full of anxiety and fright,
That one of them might try to hurt me.
I see jet black figures in my mirrors,
And deformed silhouettes in my windows,
I close my eyes and pray for them to go away.
I guess I'm just intruding,
Living where they once did,
They have followed me around since I was a kid.
My mother takes me to the doctor,
Who diagnoses me with schizophrenia,
Says' it's all in my head,
That I can't see anyone who's dead.
Locked in an institution for days,
They still wouldn't go away,
They never left my side,
They haunt me still to this day.
This is a true story, that happened to me not so long ago.