i see evidence of a life i used to live
everywhere i go
faces of what i think are people i used to
know, but are really just someone i do not
and will never know
remnants of memories scattered around
for me to find, a cruel scavenger hunt i
never wanted to play
the ghost of me lives here in my shadow
always here,
following me around
i think
some days it is the shadow
and i am left straddling the blurred lines
of who i used to be and who i am now
whoever she is
and some days i do not know
which one
i would rather be
Jul 5, 2018
Jul 5, 2018 at 2:37 PM UTC
i see evidence of a life i used to live
everywhere i go
faces of what i think are people i used to
know, but are really just someone i do not
and will never know
remnants of memories scattered around
for me to find, a cruel scavenger hunt i
never wanted to play
the ghost of me lives here in my shadow
always here,
following me around
i think
some days it is the shadow
and i am left straddling the blurred lines
of who i used to be and who i am now
whoever she is
and some days i do not know
which one
i would rather be
i do not know
which one
i would rather be.
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