I share my life with this little ghost
I wish it had a name
It tells me that just because others feel,
I should have some shame
It tells me that my degree's no good
If there's no money and fame
And not give family a bad name
It reminds me that my skirt's too short,
chastises me for not holding my fort
It even reminds me that now I am old,
I must eventually settle down and try not be so bold
I share my life with a little ghost
I wish it had a name
It advises that I should mend my way
and do as people say
This one time, when I was low, crying my heart out and how,
This little bugger asks me to smile, says ''Dolt! Pull yourself together now.''
It's not that I always listen to it
But this little ghost doesn't seem to get it
In case you're reading this,
let me ask you please
Do you also live with a ghost like this?
