Haunted

I smile six days a week
But on the seventh day
I cry.

The clouds converge
Behind my eyes
And I grow dark.

Like a freak storm,
Sadness washes away the sun
And drowns my smile.
I'm flooded with emotions
That make no sense to me.

For no apparent reason
I am distraught.
Guilt, regret, self-loathing
All consume me.

My ugly body makes me wretch,
My swollen face looks unfamiliar,
A ghost possesses me,
I am haunted by a past I can't escape.