Ominous Walls

You stand around me,
See everything behind me,
and speak through me.

But I stand beside you,
See you,
and fail to voice my affection.

Intoxication is the ghost
that haunts your senses.
Despondency is the ghost
that haunts mine.

They build strongholds around you,
making you immune,
But they use my Material
to build them.

My only panacea
Is to lock mySelf away,
medicate my senses
and Stay.