I sit alone in a room full of ghosts
Each one of them claims to know me the most
I know not who I may be
As each one of them screams their image of me
So shy! So bold!
So hot! So cold!
You’ve got it all right! You’ve got it all wrong!
Pathetically weak! Incredibly strong!
I sit in silence
Absorbing the noises
Till a momentous insight
Reveals them as choices
Choices I made a long time ago
I chose to let them stay
I never let go
Just as I made them then
I can make them now
So I get up and leave this room full of ghosts
How dare they claim to know me the most!