I am the shadow which follows around the person I wish to be.
Always tagging along in hopes of standing out,
Instead I am left behind.
Always in behind, yet close enough to witness everything, that comes and goes before me.

Helpless to take the things I want, for I am but a shadow.

I may witness occurrences around me, but all that I may provide is darkness.
I am the dark in a world of light,
And I may only exist whilist no other darkness is present.

In light I appear as dispair,
In darkness I do not appear.

Life as a shadow, of a shell, of a human.

This darkness is my light,
I am dark,
Even if I am bright.