All the poems I never wrote

Something follows me around
Haunts me with its shadow
Is it my dreams
Is it you
Is it all the things I did
Or the things you threw at me
The way I grew

Is it all the poems I never wrote
Because I was so afraid of you
Or on a different note
It could be all the words I never said because I was afraid that once uttered, they would come true

Why does the street light flicker when I walk past
Am I here
Am I done
All this makes me want to run

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