My mistakes,
My past regrets,
All of the things I’d like to forget.
Sitting in my bed, late at night,
Those things comeback to give me a fright.
My heart beats faster and my mind spins in my head,
All of what I’d done, blurring within my head.
I see myself, walking fast,
Making sure I don’t seem as anyone else.
Fast forward to the day I want to be seen,
A follower, a friend, a companion, see?
The words jumble in my mouth, but it doesn’t matter, I’m a ghost.
Another time I try to jump in,
Laugh and giggle at a joke that’s unseen.
They giggle and smile, right at me. I’m one of them, see!
Then I move back and think,
And then realize it’s all about me.
My eyes twist straight to the floor, blinking fast so tears don’t flow.
Maybe my mistakes and regrets aren’t as they seem, ‘cause trying to Follow mainstream maybe isn’t me.
I sit upright and stare at the ghosts
Go away, ‘cause I’ve learned that they aren’t really me.