Shadow

Short poem about my life...?

It follows me around,
No matter where I hide,
The dark materialization,
That is always by my side.

This thing was borne to me,
A wretched shade of grey.
It is something only I can see,
Even in mid-day.

Sometimes, it tries to claw
Its way inside my mind,
To unravel all my secrets,
And a past I left behind.

I do not budge, However strong
This creature tends to be,
For if I let this thing come in,
It will bind its chains to me.

I am not afraid,
Nor am I delighted,
But instead I am, just what I am–
A girl who tries to fight it.

It is not a substance of which I speak,
Not man nor beast alike.
It is the simplest thing, you see:
The shadow of my life.