GHOST War-zone

the ghost in my closet

ceases to control

unable to control

the beating heart

from my chest

dreading the darkness of night

she beckons for my return

the ghost who whispers

that my personal choices aren't right

pleads for me to go 

to her

my thoughts anchors me

to my bed

i can no longer conceal

the lies unfold

inner-self claws desperately

trying to surface

the past creeps slowly

haunting me once more

nighttime is a war-zone between the ghost and i

a cycle repeating over and over again

soon the sun will be out

each morning is a battle won

slowly but steadily

i'm revealing my true self

the colors peak through

confinement no longer needed

the closet no longer a prison

patrolled by the 

ghost of my past