The Ghost

I see you crying in a corner In your pajama before you sleep The room becomes warmer Little by little as you peep. You wiped your tears and said, "I too was buried deep", Then walk towards the bed "By a promise I was not able to keep". You stare at yourself in the mirror Then utter in a hoarse voice "Now I can see myself clearer For you already made a choice." "To acknowledge that I was you And confront me as a friend For I am a part you once knew That would cause your end." Now I come to recognize I am the ghost that haunts me; I see myself right before my eyes That person is who I used to be.