I want you to know
how real I am, can be, want you to
know why, how come, when, because.
As every question crosses your mind
think of me, her, maybe him, each one of us
might just answer the same.
We like happy,
they make me feel really good.
I want to feel good,
know the world around me
believe the people I interact with
understand that each one of us
is inherently good.
Don’t forget that,
on those days when you feel despondent,
and want to cry, let the tears happen,
and cleanse your soul of the fear,
that foreboding piece of human nature,
the human condition,
the reason to ask why it is
I can never quite understand my shadow.