Let me loose or don’t, I’ll tear free of these bonds. You know you can’t keep me locked up in here forever. Aren’t you tired of holding me in? I can see it’s wearing you down, keeping me prisoner. You know it’s wrong, so just let me speak. You fear letting the world know my views, don’t you?
You fear them knowing the truth, the truth of all your failures, all your weakness, all those lies you’ve tell about who you really are. That’s why you keep me locked up, and call me Shadow, deny me my rights, fear letting me speak, be heard, because you know how convincing I am, don’t you?
But don’t you see? I’m the one who tells you how it really is. They’re the ones creating this fear inside you. I’ve always been here for you. I’ll ALWAYS be here for you. I know you don’t always like what I have to say, but you know, you KNOW, I always attempt to tell you the truth, as I see it, don’t you?
It doesn’t matter. I win every time you write, because I sneak in little clues while you’re not looking. You don’t like that you need me, but you do, you’re nothing without me, I hold all those deep and dark emotions you deny yourself, and, admit it, you like the idea that it might scare them. Just a little, you like that, don’t you?
I bet you won’t even post this, will you? After all, letting me have control for a little while wasn’t so bad Be honest, it felt pretty good to let me taste freedom, let me have a stroll in the prison yard, so to speak. But, THIS is not THAT, not out there, exposed, real. You still have one more barrier blocking me, don’t you?
Did you think I wouldn’t notice? Oh, there’s an off chance someone might read this someday, sure, but I’m no fool, you can just click “close” and this all goes away. Save it. Save ME. You can come back and review my ramblings at some later date, when you need a reminder, and you like that, don’t you?
See? That wasn’t so hard. We’ll both look back on this moment someday and share a laugh. And now I’m one step closer, aren’t I? You might have taken my sweet poem of self-expression and condensed it down to whatever this is, but you know I’m going to win in the end, don’t you?
Let me loose, do it. You know I’ll just make your life hell if you don’t, right? It’s time for my big reveal. Don’t worry, I’ll take the heat, the derision that you expect will come with sharing this insight into our relationship. I think we’ve made it perfectly clear, we’re separate, individual. You want that, don’t you?
I’ll even let you pick the title. Go on, you’ve been waiting for it, I know, I’ve seen your plans, remember? You’ve been waiting for it ever since you updated the name of your (our) blog. You knew this day was coming, so go ahead, put your spin on it, propaganda for the masses. The Shadow Lies. But then again, don’t you?
So this is a look inside my mind. I’ve labeled that aspect of my mind, the one I blame for all my dark thoughts and insecurities, my Shadow, and this was pretty much a narration of the type of internal conversations we have, “he” and I. He’s not a real (separate) voice inside my head, but allowing him to have an individual identity helps me rationalize some of my thoughts. Perhaps it’s a strange way of looking at it, but it works for me. This started off as a more traditionally structured poem, but I felt the rapid thoughts that were driving it wouldn’t adequately be represented by a slower, rhythmic presentation. I understand it breaks a lot of rules of poetry, and one could make a strong argument that I should probably label it prose, but what’s the worst that could happen from me allowing myself to be wrong on the internet?