There is a Ghost in Our House

There is a ghost in our house
It never talks, never sleeps
Always watches, listens, silently
Eavesdropping on your dreams
It infects your thoughts
It is a shadow, always present
Sometimes, barely noticeable, but there
It lurks, always, under your fingertips
Controls your mind
Makes you wish for things you never wanted
Fills every vacant moment with guilt
Perhaps, it does not try but it creates
those holes, those forbidden memories
To terrify you, to make you fear
To make you run
So you run, away, far away
And you think you are safe
Until you realise it is everywhere
For how can you hide
From your own shadow?