My past is a haunted mansion

My past is a hunted mansion

Where I live solely alone

Every day expansions

Beyond substantial and overgrown

Rooms and sections

Both seen and unseen

Built on former connections

Only my eyes have ever seen

To Abundant for its location

And to others it is blind

Here there is no city information

But lies in a state of mind

My past is a hunted mansion

Hunted by sprits and demons

Every day expansions

Everything has a reason

Sections locked to hidden unknowns

Unremembered phenomenons

To never be shown

No reminiscence drawn

Where others have rooms of episodes

Opened to authentic recollections

Good And bad emotion overloads

All my reflections and connection

My past is a hunted mansion

Ups, downs, twists and turns

Everyday expansion

Remember, revisit, but no return

Even with every expansion

Nothing for diminishment

unceasing haunted mansion

No room is insignificant

Hunted doesn’t scare me

I control my beholding eyes

What they have seen isn’t free

But I can be utilized

Now hunted rooms I once built

Is the upskill on new developments

Ones I can build without guilt

I revisit for my own evidence

My past is a hunted mansion

It was a place I called home

Everyday expansion

I refuse to live alone

New doors open and old close

Letting people in and me out

I decide how I will impose

And what visitor walk about