Anthology of a Melancholy Soul

Summary- collection of musings, lyrical whims, and thoughts that my heart possesses. Rating is T due to the nature of where these poems may lead. It's for safety reasons. May reduce it later, if needed be.

Seven- Ghost

Hypocritical liar,
you say I am beautiful,
neither numbers nor words can compare,
but there are the words, the poison
that drip from your lips,
your teeth laced with the venom to hurt,
to kill me.

These numbers on the scale
they keep multiplying,
suffocating me,
dominating me,
laughing at me.

What can I do,
I am nothing,
I am only human,
I bleed too easily,
am I alive or am I just simply a ghost?