I am a Shadow

Don't call me fake.

I'm not.

I don't know who I am.

Does that make me fake?

Sure. Maybe it does.

Give me credit for trying.

My brain was rewired, my heart overshadowed.

That wasn't me, not really, you see,

Yes, that version of me was false.

But at the time my strings were tied too tight.

Cutting off my air supply, I couldn't breathe.

He was controlling me.

It's not an excuse, it's the the truth,

and you know it too.

I'm still lost.

My wings are broken.

I'm still somewhat of a reflection,

but not of him.

Not this time,

Please put my glass shards back together again.

Blood drawn, tears fallen, cuts open,

I can't see.

Help me.

I'm sorry.

His demon is controlling me.