Mental Captive

it hangs on your wall. a faded black n white wooden photograph probably taken some time back in the 80s. It's one of those bootless thingies a new home owner would cast away, barely even noticing.... but you keep it. like a lost wandering soul ungodly hours find you on twos mumbling ineligible things to the ghost on the wall. you stand there staring at the fading figure it's reprimanding at times it's happy. or annoyed. but defiantly saying nothing. it's in your house. on your wall. it's vivid. alive. existent! but only you can see it. it's draining you, slowly pulling you into it's ghostly world. nobody else can see it nobody can understand 'it's in your mind', they say, '..or you're just delusional'. mad!! so you steer clear from mortals keeping only to yourself screaming, shouting, weeping wishing they could understand or that someone could find you. but you're just one of a kind, a ghost, just like the one on your wall.