Shadow Effect Poem by Onome Akpotayobor

I like to call it the shadow effect.
You say it and he acts it and soon becomes it.
It's no more awesome acting for he has becomes drunk in it,
and the identity is all but messed up.
Sorting can be most frustrating and exhausting if you ever decide to try, but nothing beats trying.
Not all of us are this unfortunate but then again most of us live a lie. It snuffs the essence out of life, a poison in more ways than one, it kills everything good that lives.
The after shock of all this is a pain undefined.
Pain however is an old friend, it settles into the cracks of your soul and makes you whole again