Standing in a room full of bright lights.
Yet all I can see is my shadow.
Following me with every step.
Anywhere I go in the room.
Despite all the support and love I have.
Blind to it all except my failures.
I wish I can just stop.
Stop judging myself for my mistakes.
And learn to adapt to who I am.
But it seems that I can't.
As if it were an unbreakable habit.
Struggles with being who I am.
I hear cheers and encouragements.
I feel the pride and affection my loved ones have.
Somehow I see it all, but I'm not accepting that truth.
Blocking out all the strength.
Allowing the pain seep through my shield.
Even when I know it should be the other way around.
I try and run away.
Attempt to get rid of this evil shadow.
But all it does is run with me.
Shaking my head and crying.
And all the shadow does.
Is watch me go through the struggle.
I truly hope that there will be a time.
The time when I can walk around and smile brightly.
And the shadow in the light won't matter at all.
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A Poetry Book
PoetryA collection of poetry I, @canpotcat, have written over the past 3 years. Basically somewhat like my diary because every poem I wrote was at the moment about how I was feeling and what happened. And just something to know, a couple of the poetry wri...
