The Shadow Self

She follows me everywhere
Her chattering continuously ringing in my ears
She breathes in joy
And exhales depression
Nothing stops her from doing so.

The world sleeps;
She stays awake -
Sits at my bedside...
Continuously knocking on my head.
She stirs unpleasant memories
Brings up topics I desperately avoid.
There's no running away from her.
She's always with me -

She's my shadow self.

28 Jul 2013 01:53:03

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Depression is REAL

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