I am the heart that you've left behind.
I am the love that you cannot find.
I am the shadow, obscured by the light.
I will be queen, come fall of night.
I am the wicked laughter you hear.
I am the snarling demon you fear.
I am the tears that you have not shed.
I am the cuts that never have bled.
I do not budge, you come to me.
I promised I'd wait with no intention to flee.
I was your crutch, but now I am not.
Your thoughts are impure, your soul will soon rot.
I am your reflection, clear and divine.
I am a pen that draws crooked lines.
You ask who I am, like you don't have a clue.
But we both know the answer; you're me and I'm you.
(I wrote this poem in the 9th grade and happened to stumble across it online. Enjoy <3 )
