I was a kid,
Lying beneath
White bed sheets.
Fearful of the dark,
The walls around me,
And what lurked inside.
Ghosts around me,
Me beneath the bed sheets.
Didn’t wanna see.
Didn’t wanna be seen.
I was a kid,
And I wondered
-as a kid.
When I realized the white bed sheets
Were just a layer but no relief,
I lied.
As all of you did.
My courage gave in first,
My tears gave in second.
So I woke my mom up,
Said my ears hurt.
Because everyone knows–
Ghosts aren’t real.
But ears are.
I was a kid, And I lied, -as a kid.
My pain wasn’t real,
But neither were the ghosts.
My fear faded,
But the sheets were lost.
I couldn’t hide beneath them anymore,
So I tried to hide the walls.
But the ghosts only appear
When you try to make them disappear.
Didn’t wanna see.
Didn’t wanna be seen.
Was it the ghosts that I was afraid of,
Or was it the sight?
I was a kid,
And kids see ghosts,
I saw them again,
in different walls
Woke dad up,
Held my ear.
He saw me,
And he saw my big blue eyes,
I had no courage,
No more tears
And still,
He saw,
me.
I was a kid,
And still, I wondered
As a kid.
Did he see my ears?
Did he see my tears?
I was a ghost,
Lying beneath
White bed sheets.
Fearful of the sight,
The lies around me,
And what lurked inside.
“Whoever fakes an illness can simply stay in bed and make everyone believe he is ill. Whoever simulates an illness produces in himself some of the symptoms”
Simulacra and Simulation, Jean Baudrillard
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