Haunted

On days like this,

I am the house and

the ghost,

responsible for my

own haunting.

My brains is a revolver

with "Am I good enough?"

in every chamber.

So I turn into a factory that

only makes the word "yes"

and I say it until it can easily

be mistaken for the truth,

but my voice shakes

and the answer still sounds

like a question.