Ghost

I've see the ripped out coloring pages
a thousand times before
snowmen with walk-mens
simba in the bushes
land before times dinosaurs rome

I can see the mirror on the door
with love notes stuck all around
there's pictures above the door nob
and stickers on the frame
on the mirror are words I read everyday

I can see the pastel puppy
I drew when I was ten
also my abstract converse shoe
I drew when I was fourteen
my hats are hanging too

I can see the countless pictures
of someone very close
we're supposed to be best friends
but right now I think I'm a ghost
at least we smile in the photos

I can see on the wall next to me
lyrics to my favorite songs
posters and magazine cut-outs
most familiar of them all
my photos of friends and family

I've seen these things
a thousand times
I know this must be my room
but for some odd reason
today I'm just in
someone else's place