I glance behind me curiously, but now I know about you, it's more nonchalantly, enticing a shadow that waits there, it's not a complete shadow, it's insecure, insincere and jealous. I laugh at said shadow and will it to follow me deeper, coax it even. Follow me deeper little shadow see how far you are willing to delve, follow me..

...come on, incomplete shadow...

So I begin the dance of the shady tic sic'em toe, tic tac games don't interest a girl like me.

They are projected and plastered onto a dim wall. You, you're surely the one, the one with the pointy fingers and pointed chin silhouetted. Rumplestiltskin has nothing on my play, but has everything on you, so it seems, and those seams are splitting, which is the brain, which is the thought, which is your deluded and outlandish thinking. Your mirror image well, well then, me oh my do I see a Pinocchio nose to boot...lengthening by a torrid voice.

It's sad you find solace in projects that are not of your own, it's sad you cling onto coat tails that are not of your worth, (slugs being salted are more your match and even then I would feel for the slugs badged under and about your word) it's sad that you jump on every band wagon there is to jump aboard, there lies no substance behind you, amongst your nothingness, a sheen that is there to disguise a space full of dust. And it's light grey, not even dark grey. It's the light grey of how un-affecting you are.

One who has to will themselves of their own sufficient importance may be nothing much at all because after all, worth in a body is recognised by others and that is the bane of your sheyoushe that overshadows (it always will), but I feel, hand over heart, it's how it should be, because the ones who don't see through you, may belong with you, but those who do see, well they are of the utmost importance to who you so desperately want to be noticed by.

But alas, their notes they take on board and are not sung by a blue bird, because your reflection will never be that. Not even close. How does it feel to be so grey and cruel?

In fact, don't tell me, it may break my swelling red heart that you, you could only wish you could replicate and feel. And on the down low unwinding...

PS. Go fuck yourself?