shadowplay.

Sometimes.
The more you run,
The more the shadow chases you.
Devouring.
Engulfing.
And there's just so much you can do.
When the others smile just like they had,
And perhaps even brighter.
And you wonder,
If you're the only suffering,
If all this is worth it.
And then you answer it youself.
"Hell, No."
"But it ain't my choice, Is it?"
And you think about it more,
About how in an ideal,
You will be able to walk away with a click of the finger.
or Crtl-Alt-Del.
But the images remain,
as do the numbers and addresses.
And those memories.
Faded, but unforgotten.
Like shadows in a shade.
Batman.
And you look at it another way,
And think of the changes it caused you.
And you are mildly impressed,
By the way you think you handled it,
The differences it made in you.
But you know deep inside.
That someone's handling it much better than you.
And you smile,
And frown,
At the same time.
:S