Its a shadow following me wherever I go.
Always there, in the back of my mind.
Whispering, reminding me of my loneliness, my guilt, my regrets.
In public, I try my hardest to push it back, deeper into the darkest corners of my brain.
But it always creeps back.
Slowly, unexpectedly, quietly.
See, thats the issue with a shadow.
Its always there.
In the light and in the dark.
Heres the thing though.
Its been with me longer than any of my friends.
I have come to depend on it.
Even welcome it.
So here I am at 1:30 a.m. in the morning before school.
Alone with my shadow.
A shadow can cease to exist, with enough light.