Shadow of my Mind
Another shade of me lies in a complete opposite place to the party loving, colourful one, I wrote of earlier. This aspect of me exists in silence and shadows. When I allow myself to separate from the world and think, he comes into being. Only in solitary can he take hold, only when sound dies does he dare show his face. This shade of me is the thinker. This is the aspect that I would rather suppress and hide. He questions life, he get’s upset and most importantly he is boring. He also never smiles. He is not a social creature.
This shade of me is what exists when the optimism runs out. He sits in the shadows and stares shyly out at the light. He has no confidence in himself. He is riddled with insecurities.
I need him, as some aspect of my time must be given over to self-evaluation. But I do not enjoy his seriousness. I dislike the fact that he wont smile. I hate that all he cares for is the shadows he has left himself sitting in.