Haunted

I lay many of night
Looking for shut eye 
While I am irrelevant to it 
High winds sending chills 
Hitting my nerves harshly 
Cold, and it stung 
Shivering under sheets
Shouting to myself “ you’re wrong! “ 
But I knew, I suddenly knew 
I felt a presence 
A presence that was full of distraught 
Packed with memories 
Gathered in hate 
On top of confusion 
Shamed by mistakes

I was haunted by the dead 
Haunted by the past of me 
That was carelessly forgetful 
The one I was no more 

I fought with her verbally 
Even though she hysterically laughed in the face of the new her
Shaking her head 
Spitting that I was weak 

Coming from the person who was fighting to be wrong 
And wanting to be right 
Knowing that the present time was the key after all 
No admitted statements saying that I had victory 
Cause she was stubborn 
A complication to me 
To herself  
Us
As one