Ghosts

I see them everywhere I look

Ghosts of people

People I've loved

People I've lost

People I've become

Hell, even people I wish I could be

For every decision I make,

Two new ghosts emerge

Something I would've been had I done more wrong instead of right

Or right instead of wrong

All these ghosts define me

My past, my present, my future

That is why I know I'll never be myself

I can't be myself 

I will always only be a ghost

Afraid of coming into the light.