Looking through the corner of he eyes,
he figured what was standing next to him,
before shutting his eyes tightly,
in a gentle breath, it whispered into his ears.
Look at me, it said.
Scared as he is,
he cupped ears with both his hands.
refusing to hear anything nor to see anything.
As he sits at his chair trembling with fear
know that the figure is still right next to him
without realising, how lovely the figure was.
he lift his hands away from his ears,
gently squinting his eyes open,
turning his head towards the figure,
his mind became filled hate,anger,shame and fear.
he angrily pushed his seat away,
stood up and push the figure away,
the push of hate,fear,shame and anger.
as the figure lays on the floor screaming,
not in pain, but of brokenness in the heart.
The figure picked itself up,
No more loveliness, no more gentleness
it screamed, "don't you recongise me?"
"why are you ashamed to look at me?"
Silence filled the air for a moment
Standing face to face to the man, it continued,
"I am you, your past, the one you killed and hated"
"to become who you are now, why are you ashamed of me"
As the figure spoke this, the man silented, refusing to look at the figure
Just because he ashamed and afraid of the ghost of him.
P.S; I just did this writing, as i had the "feeling" to do a writing about battling the ghost inside yourself. Cause i felt that too many people are being insecure because they are afraid and ashamed of their past. So that thought of it, just bring insecurity to them.