Ghosty

losing my temper again
is it part of me?
kicking and slamming the door
always arguing
making amends with old friends sounds exhausting
i'm on a high horse
and i can't get off of it

silencing calls
from my dad
when my mom's in a hospital bed
across state lines in boston
i sit on my hands
self assured and absolved
and i don't have to carry that weight

i don't think about things that i'd rather not think about
cover my ears with my fingers and drown it out
that's what i did as a kid
and it helped me out
i see him again
there's a ghost in the attic now