Shadow

What is this feeling I juggle?

What is this pain I forgot about?

Why am I so anxious in this room?

Why does everyone scare me?

How many times have I been screwed?

What is this feeling I feel again?

It's the feeling of black climbing up again.

I thought I slipped it a while ago.

But here it is. Staring me in the face.

Why can't I find the power to say no?

It wants in. What do I say?

I can't say no. I'm sorry again.

I run away. I look away.

I look behind. I look down.

It's my shadow, I realize.

It's always been there.

It's always been there.

It's always been there.

I never escaped it.

I freeze, I panic, I cry.

I sit, I accept, I live.

It will always be a part of me.

How do I get rid of myself?

What gives it so much power?

The effect it has over me?

That nobody wants to help?

How can I give them the answer?

Without seeming like a liar?

The effects are hard and cold.

It makes me think things I don't.

How I'm constantly screwed with.

When I'm anxious.

Or am I?

How all my friends disappeared.

When I don't need any.

Or do I?

How I'm used constantly.

Because I'm gullible.

Or am I?

How nobody gives me a compliment.

Because I don't deserve them.

Or do I?

When I'm told I'm annoying?

Because I'm me.

Or am I?

How they purposefully anger me.

When I have anger issues.

Or do I?

How everyone is against me.

Because I can't be happy.

Can I be?