How words of others haunt me,

Not words of criticism, no.
Not many insults.
Compliments I discard and forget.

The words that haunt to me are words written, not said.
Words, sentences, thoughts and sentiments from books, songs, quotes and Internet graffiti.

Words engraved in my soul. Carved into my spine. Locked inside my brain.

Some whose origins I've forgotten. They seem more like ghosts haunting the chambers in my heart.
For better and for worse.
Forever.