You don’t always know what you’re doing. And sure, if someone who didn’t know you had to guess, they’d assume there’s nothing wrong. It’s life as usual. But then why doesn’t it feel that way? There’s a part of you that was always there, but now it feels different somehow. Like it’s bent, twisted out of shape. Your shadow, except it’s broken. And no matter how much you try and straighten yourself out, that one part stays just the way it was, unchanged. Following you everywhere you go.