You see, it's always the same.
Every night I find myself running, relentlessly chased by this dark figure.
I can't see his face, just his human shape - a floating shadow - and I am utterly terrified.
I know I can't let him catch me up. This very thought is too annihilating.
I can feel my whole body hardening, I'm running out of breath.
I'm about to break up in tears and my legs feel so heavy.
I can't move anymore, I just can't make one more step.
He is on me.
"Why are you chasing me?!" I yell in despair.
And that is when I am finally able to distinguish him.
He is me.
He is me. A darker, dull and despicable image of me. He is everything I detest about myself.
He is me. A darker, dull and despicable image of me. He is everything I detest about myself. All my flaws, my errors, every little awkward experience I have found in my life.
He is looking at me through my same teary eyes.
"Why are you forsaking me?!" he cries back with a cracking voice.