Overthinking alone

The ghosts in my walls are the only ones in the room to hear my ruminations.
They are party to some good plans too
But they are forced to view the practiced conversations.
They hear the after the fact arguments rehashed,
My future fears stewily unpacked
And my stuck-record unplucking of the past,
And when they are present for my most self-indulgent spirals of self-taunting,
The ghosts in my walls may well conclude
That they are not the ones that are actually doing the haunting.

Hannah Going
October 2025