I want to show;
But I have no face.
I do cry;
I, though having no voice.
I planned to run away;
But how, when I am tightly tied.
I want to live free;
But all I am is because of what she is.
I was born to serve;
I am merely noticed, nobody cares.
I wonder if she think herself like myself;
For to their world, she is just like a mere me.
My life is dark and is muted.
Hi, they call me Shadow, the Follower.
©enung.
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