These phantoms, these ghosts,
That mirror my every move.
These irreplaceable flaws
That I cannot remove.

Why do they follow me with
Every crushing story?
They're taking my life
And all of its new-found glory.

Why do they taunt me with
Their sickening games?
Why do they constantly throw
Me to the red-hot flames?

Why did they mark me with
These everlasting scars?
Why do they haunt me
With these memories that will always be ours?

What is the penalty for
Trying to make this right?
What is the penalty for
Beating the demons I constantly fight?

What if these ghosts make this poem be my last?
After all, they are the Ghosts Of My Past.