How Do Ghosts Work?

It ​came ​in ​through ​my ​kitchen ​window. Ominous ​and ​wispy, ​frozen-like And ​I ​don’t ​know ​if ​it ​knew ​that ​I ​was ​watching As ​it ​helped ​itself ​to ​all ​the ​food ​in ​sight Gluttonously ​cramming ​things ​into ​its ​gullet But ​it ​passed ​through ​my ​kitchen ​window ​there ​all ​right? And ​I ​could ​hear ​its ​dragging ​chains ​across ​the ​floorboards How ​were ​they ​not ​just ​falling ​through ​the ​other ​side? How ​do ​ghosts ​work? ​Do ​they ​know ​of ​their ​matter ​inconsonance? Do ​they ​know ​we’re ​there ​when ​they ​pass ​through ​us? Are ​we ​helpless ​to ​their ​immortal ​stunts? I ​think ​that ​I ​am ​decent. I ​feel ​that ​people ​think ​I’m ​good ​and ​nice I ​strive ​to ​live ​respectfully ​and ​“normal” And ​I ​stand ​up ​for ​myself ​when ​I ​know ​I’m ​right WHY ​does ​this ​feeling ​that ​I’m ​awful ​flood ​my ​body? Such ​haunting ​thoughts ​of ​shame ​and ​guilt.. ​But ​why? If ​I ​swear ​to ​you ​I’ll ​try ​harder ​tomorrow Will ​you ​spare ​me ​of ​these ​hellish ​taunts ​tonight? How ​do ​ghosts ​work? ​Do ​they ​know ​the ​power ​they ​have ​over ​us? Spinning ​days ​to ​weeks, ​yet ​years ​to ​months Why ​bombard ​us ​with ​all ​these ​thoughts ​at ​once? How ​do ​ghosts ​work? ​Do ​they ​know ​they ​lack ​consistency? Do ​they ​think ​they’re ​not ​our ​enemy? Or ​do ​they ​only ​go ​after ​men ​like ​me? “It’s ​not ​me” ​it ​said. ​“You ​seem ​quite ​upset. ​Just ​try ​to ​forget. Oh” ​it ​said ​“I’m ​not ​anything. ​I’m ​not ​even ​here. It’s ​all ​you ​in ​there. It’s ​on ​you” ​it ​said. “It’s ​on ​you.” “It’s ​all ​your ​fault.” How ​do ​ghosts ​work?