Shadows
I’m in the shadows
I’m back stage
Even backstage in my life
Walking in shadows so no one can see the tears
Walking with blood running down
Down I’m my heart I’m confused
Words not directed at me yet, I feel like they are somehow talking about me
“They are so great” they say. Yet I’m standing next to them and I am never said hi to
The shadows are not always friend
I do love the sun and the warmth
Some days the shadows never get me to follow with them
Yet somedays I’m too tired to fight
To tired to care
Care about myself
But I will always care for others
Even if I’m in the shadows
Others are first, I am last
No problem there
I’m like a little spider that hides when fearful
I’m like an angle that brings comfort to others,
I’m no Spider-Man, I don’t have a mask to hide my fears, but the mask on the inside hides everything
Never seen but always welcomed
Sometimes I’m simply in the shadows
The shadows can be good
But not always
Not in a forced way
Don’t force me to the shadows because if your off guard
Off prepared
They the shadows will show their teeth
They will swallow you like a symbeot
Don’t mess with venom
For he likes to lerk in the shadows
But he will eat you and change you
Covering you in black
And once on, it takes a team to take it off
But do not only worry about venom
One of a more darkest power lerks in the dark
His name is satan
He wants to recruit you in to his dark army
To fight the light
So, if you ever find yourself in the shadows
Stay on guard
Try to fight for the sun
The son is what will set you free
For the son is full of light and life
Seek the son
Not the shadows
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