Incomplete

Why am I incomplete without my shadow it's like hand in hand we walk, when I stumble it catches me Why is my sleep incomplete without dreams it's like I can see different world from the one I live in, where I want to be Why is my reflection incomplete without a mirror it's like the mirror is showing me who I am, the real me, my ugliness the truth Why is my happiness incomplete without fear of sadness because I know when I am happy the tears would follow Why is day incomplete without night why are they the only ones that complete each other, why do they show us that there is always a bright side that follows every dark side Just like the title of my poem is Incomplete without the words to fill it's like my thoughts are incomplete without my love for poetry