Tonight

Here is a poem. Because for once in my life, I don't have too many thoughts in my head.

Always we pull our shoulders back

Stand up straight so they know,

"Know what?"

There is no outline

Only a glimmer of who

you should be

When the lights go off

and you're standing behind a

white sheet

Shadows, shadows

Is that all that you are?

My shadow

My shadow

Is that all that you are?