One day, hurt and confused,
I looked around — where am I?
I was trying to find myself again,
but the mirror of my guilt stood before me.
I looked at him; he stared back at me.
Tired, at last, of trying to neglect him,
he still followed me —
am I his shadow, or is he me?
Confusing… but at least it is my own.
I thought as much, and moved on,
yet paranoia was all I felt;
there was nothing left to see.
I have come to understand one thing:
running away was never the solution.
What shall I tell my soul now,
lost in the depth of all I don’t have now?
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