Shadows

I am by no means a good person...

neither am i good with words...there are many words i've regretted i've not said more than those i've said...or is silence really the overlooked importance?

Having walked through 18 yrs of path....

have the faded innocence...unleashed the devil?
does the environment shaped me or am i adjusted to fit?
the piled up demands outweighed the satisfaction...that as a child one was easily pacified...

with each year, added wisdom and age...were like weights added to the burden...

the shadows always felt so alluring that i wish to be within its comfort....