Ghost

I live all alone or I think maybe I live with a ghost.
A roommate who never pays rents, just adds onto everything.

Greets me every morning with a hello and coffee.
Leaves me too cold with a smile too frightening.

Sometimes I wish for it leave or for me to have the courage to kick it out.
Most of the time I'm sacred that it would go and I'll fade away.

What do you do when you know the food's laced with poison but you prefer the malice over nothingness?
What do you say to it when each hello seems more hollow than the last one?

What happens when everything becomes too dull and you look around to find yourself all alone?
I don't have an answer but it is too dull and I'm all alone and I realized the ghost all along was me.