A little ghost girl whispered in my ear.
A voice so faint, yet loud and clear.
She cuddled me as I sat alone.
I brushed her hand, but she wouldn't let go.

Little ghost girl, it was a joke.
Little ghost girl, won't leave me alone.

It's not an insult, it's just my skin.
Some faint footsteps and a scaring grin.
I'm not invisible, I'm just strange.
It's not my fault my mind is deranged.

The little ghost girl strangled my neck.
It burned my every fiber, nerve, and speck.
I cried but no one came to help.
Rest in peace little ghost girl, killed by the past of herself.