The Shadow Puppet

Stop.

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Please stop.

Pretty please with cherries on top,

stop

judging me by the selfies I post online.

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Can’t you see that those are just shadows of who I am,

I’m playing with the light,

but all you may see is the dark.

I may be a puppet for that which is hidden

of yours,

and mine too.

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“Nothing whets the intelligence more than a passionate suspicion, nothing develops all the faculties of an immature mind more than a trail running away into the dark.”
― Stefan Zweig

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I may become a vessel for darkness,

while I seek to be a shining light.

I may become a rod for the lightning of hate,

when I yearn to be a symbol of love.

I may have gone wrong,

while trying to be right.

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I am you,

but you may not want to be me.

I want to be noticed,

in a world which often prefers that I remain unnoticed.

I didn’t mean to become branded,

with a brand

that made me a painful reminder of everything you want to forget.

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“Night gathers, and now my watch begins”
― George R.R. Martin

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I wanted a moment in the light,

but all that became seen was

my many moments of being in the dark.

I’m scared of this darkness,

yet you find comfort when I’m there.

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*inspired by

the internet,

social media,

what sometimes happens there,

and a patient shadow puppet who allowed me to impose my observations and imaginings upon it.