When she's at her best, so am I.
When he rocks the world, I'm right by his side.
When they strike just the right chord, I'm there strumming along.
When she is under the weather, my umbrella tries to cover us both.
When her smile fades, my smile is wiped blank too.

However one fear remains. In the chaos of empathy, when I am laid bare, am I still I?
Or have I become all the he's, she's, they, and thems that I appear to mimic.

Am I still I? Or is I like my shadow? Something that only exists because of another?