There’s someone behind me
Following me,
Copying me,
As same as me.

I looked behind,
There was nothing.
I looked down
And there was she,
As usual.

But she’s not loyal,
She only lasts in light
And leaves in dark.
And if not
Then makes me afraid,
Of course, that’s just my shade.

But it’s good to have it.
It makes you unique,
Because you at least have a follower.
And moreover,
Without it,
You can’t call yourself
A Human being.