I saw the creepy shadow
which was your silhouette,
as you bent over,
stretched out your hand,
when I was so upset.
You offered help,
and talked so sweet,
when everyone had walked away,
I told my story through my tears,
you said everything would be Ok.
Until I found out that my pain
was put out there on display,
when you shared it around after you left me,
but had promised me to stay.
Right then I thought about the shadow,
which I saw the very first day,
I saw it laughing all that while,
and all I wanted was to pray.
I should have listened
when my soul knew
something was amiss,
Instead of holding my hand out,
accepting help, like the devil’s kiss.