The Shadow
The shadow lies beneath,
It crawls and creeps.
It's all alone,
It can't survive on its own.
It needs someone there,
To help out and care.
The shadow is wicked,
It feels so dead,
Its life just seems like a blood shed.
It doesn't know right from wrong,
Or where it even belongs.
It just sneaks around,
So no one will here its sound.
It doesn't want to be caught,
For having its own thoughts.
It doesn't want anyone to see,
Its individuality.
It's shy at times,
Sometimes it feels like grime.
Because it can't help but to be,
Itself with its own personality.
It just doesn't want it to show,
All that it knows.
It doesn't want to seem strange,
Then again it doesn't want to change.
There's not much left for it to do,
Just remember, that shadow is you.