When I see her, I run.
But yet she follows, keeping up.
At times she towers over me.
At others she's minuscule to me.
Why can't I get away from her?
Why does she keep following me?
But, yet again, she is friend,
In my sadness and hatred.
She is my only companion.
She is my only friend.
She gives me comfort in the cold.
Though she hides in the darkness,
She will always be there for me.
