My Shadow

My Shadow

~My Shadow~

There is another,
My yang, if you will,
That lurks about,
Causing trouble,
And despair,
She walks the grounds by day,
And takes to skies by night.
She is the opposite of what I be,
She be malice and crude,
Mishcief and playful,
Evil and merciless.
She makes me what I am not,
Though she makes me what I should be.
I do not want to be like her,
Though I must.
For she follows,
And I follow her.
We walk together,
Opposites in one,
Secluded from each other,
Though intertwined by chance of fate.
My shadow,
She makes me do,
What I wish not,
But what might help me strive.
She brings out the bad things,
And locks up the good.
She wills me to do,
What will hurt others,
Even myself,
And her.
She does not care for my being,
Nor anyone else\'s.
Barely even for her own.
When she is in control,
And when I be the puppet,
She shows me no pity,
Only cruelty,
And damnation.
Though this is not what I am.
But she is inside of me,
For my shadow is one with my being,
And I am one with my shadow.