I heard them when I was five.
A whisper. A soft caress.
I couldn't believe they'd be like the rest,
So soft and loving, they were the best
A gentle breeze, is what they were,
and gentle they stayed, until they weren't,
I didn't know they'd only bring hurt.

I saw them when I was ten.
A home. A friend.
But they spun and moved so I couldn't see,
What they really turned out to be.
By now they had my trust in their hand,
Why couldn't I see this is what they had planned?
The ghost in my head, they're driving me mad.

They killed me when I was fifteen.
A blessing? A curse?
The words they said, on repeat in my mind,
until my mask was the only thing left to hide behind.
But one monday night when it became too much,
My life, my youth, was stripped from my clutch
And the ghost said goodbye, for they owed me that much.