no matter how far we run,
even when our lungs give out,
and we're dehydrated,
no matter the distance or the countless new names you can give yourself,
that shadow will always find it's way back to you,
for some, they love that,
having their shadow with them all the time,
to congratulate them and be there for them,
others, would rather not have their shadow,
because they know it'll never be there for them,
and only watch them as they fall apart,
and I know the others have better art,
and I know they'll always be adored more,
and they'll receive more attention in a day then I would in an entire week,
and I know I can't accept that,
but I do know one thing,
one day i'm gonna run from my shadow