I gave you what you wanted to see.

I gave you the persona you thought I should be.

I became the shadow you carry your whole life.

So, what’s wrong?

Do you not like what you see?

Because the moment I become myself you don’t recognize me.

Why are you so angry with the shadow you created?

I knew all my life, it was safer to be a shadow than to show my real self.

People like you remind me how easily nobody will accept me if I wasn’t them.

It took me years to find people who saw past their shadow and accepted who I truly was.

I don’t dig graves.

I’m simply the moonlight giving you a shadow.

Not my fault you believed it was another person.

So few truly turn to see me.

Now go about your digging while I play with the stars.

Some people are shadows, while others…

Are the people you buried.