This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at SFA chapter.
I couldn’t sleep until I wrote it
My brain wouldn’t let me.
And I couldn’t live until I spoke it
My heart wouldn’t let me.
It’s a tune I can’t drown out.
So why don’t I feel relief?
My Shadow
Walks across the room without me.
I wonder if they can see it too
Now that they know the truth
Or is it just me?
Have I let this consume me?
Could it be
I thought the flowers were black
And they were yellow all along?
And all this time
I was preparing to write a sad song?
Or is it all an illusion?
And they’ve painted a face on their backs
To shield me from the rain,
But when the sun comes out,
I’ll see their smeared faces
And I too will know the truth.