It isn’t always obvious.
It’s a shadow that creeps up behind you,
Slapping you multiple times in the face.
All at once
I didn’t notice the shadow till now.
Maybe it was so small that I couldn’t see, or…
Or maybe I just chose to ignore it
Maybe it was so blatantly obvious to every one but me.
I was blind.
It only followed me, so I thought I must’ve been special
It felt so good to be the centre of something’s attention.
But did it really care?
It’s a shadow for a reason.
What’s beneath it isn’t apparent
All that’s hidden within is its selfishness
It leeches off your support and gives little back