A second shadow drops from my form
opposite of where it should be.
I‘m unsure if it is part of us
or who else it could likely be.
Sometimes it likes to tangle my feet
or pushes me hard from behind.
This shadow I don’t think it is me,
I don’t believe that shape is mine.
Sometimes it runs away by itself
to do something I do not know,
but it always comes back to join me
attaching itself to my toe.
Then I feel the dread when it returns
from wherever it took off to.
I know it did something terrible
because now I’m in trouble too.