People speak of loneliness
I don't ever encounter it
Because I have Mr. Shadow
Mr. Shadow is a good friend of mine
He follows me wherever I go
But he stays in the shadows
I don't know why
Maybe he doesn't want to be seen
I don't blame him
I try to hide from people too
But I know that when I'm alone in my room
When I'm alone in my room, crying
Mr. Shadow is in the darkest corner of my room
He watches me until I'm all better
I don't have to go through it alone
But sometimes I want to be alone
Mr. Shadow doesn't understand
I try to talk to him
He doesn't listen
He yells at me
Calls me names
Fuck off Mr. Shadow
I never liked you anyway
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Drip Drop
PoetryThe liquid goes drip drop ~A series of short poems- Highest Ranking: #99 in poetry