I feel as though I might break.

How much misery can one take?

Am I cursed with unhappiness?

In ways I feel like

I’m still a little girl.

With nightmares that cause

a fearful world.

Sometimes I want to run to mommy

because I am afraid,

but I am an adult now

and must deal with things

in a different way.

No one to say

It’s going to be okay.

I have to start being there for me

and learn to face reality.

I am tired of feeling like

the walls are closing in.

It’s no kind of way

to begin or end.

A voice inside me says

to stand up and face my fears head on,

stop acting like a fool,

and choose to be true

to the one that matters the most,

the one that I have portrayed as a ghost.