I am just a shadow.
The real me knows how to say the things that matter.
The real me knows how to smile,
How to free laughter,
After the tears I dry I fix broken hearts.
I’m smart and I knew you.
But I am just her shadow,
Because you look through me.
Tears In your eyes always undo me,
And I cant think of what to say,
nothing matters more than this…
Helplessness
Hopelessness.
My shadow passes through hallways and leaves a trail of tears.
At the end I’m alone forget our earlier years.
Your pain haunts me,
More than you will ever know.
It haunts me and its always there.
A shadow to a shadow.
I find I fall further,
From the truth,
From myself,
As I change.
And I lose you.
And I realize as I call your names
Again,
Again,
Again,
That I am the same.
That I have not lost your names.
You have let go of mine.
While i'm searching you hide.
I am myself, not a shadow.
I dry my own tears.
I know how to say the important things
You don’t want to hear.
I can say the truth,
And what’s right.
And I’m right here,
Calling names after shadows.
Calling,
Calling,
Calling,
Everything about you hunts me.
The real me.
And I know I’m right.
Because under the weight of the world im still standing.
Solid, whole, real.
And as your shadows pass through me,
It seems suddenly the realization hits me,
That in one way
A shadowed you and a shadowed me are the same,
In one way.
I’m still all alone in a hallway.
Written as a poetic explanation of my senior year of high school.