My Shadow

Fri, 11/14/2014 - 10:51 -- Zard


I am just a shadow

of who I once believed.

People keep throwing arrows

with their hate unsheathed.

I strive to conform

with my hopes and dreams.

While outside a storm

rips apart my seams.

They tear and I fall

when I’m not the same.

Slowly I crawl

after I’ve been maimed.

Now I act

just as they want me to appear.

No more do they attack,

I only have myself to fear.


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