Once I was a little girl,
scared of monsters under her bed,
but as I grew up and up
the worst ones moved into my head.
They tell me I am worthless,
They tell me I am wrong.
They tell me no one likes me,
They tell me all day long.
I see them in the mirror,
I see them in your eyes.
I see them in our silences,
I see them in my white lies.
Some days I can tune them out,
Some days I let them have it.
Some days I pray they will be locked away,
Some days I say ‘I love you’ out of habit.
Now, banishing them is no easy task,
especially since the last witch has been stoned.
The ghost busters’ line has been busy for years,
only pen and paper helps us feel less alone.