I'm haunted. there's a little ghost that follows me. not the kind you would find in a horror movie, but frightening nonetheless. I've tried to escape it. I've tried to ignore it. but it keeps coming back.
you can't kill it with weapons, and you can't kill it with kindness. there may not be a way to fight it. would it be easier to pretend the lies are true? probably.
but giving in means telling myself that I'm wrong when I know I'm right. and that's scary.