I create a world full of Darkness, Death, Pain, and Suffering, while at the same time, bringing Love and Life to the faithless. Through my words and languages, I disturb the minds of the grown, tarnish the innocent, and destroy hopes. I warp the truth to make it fantastical, while never changing what happened. My mind is burnt with future lies, yet no one understands. Conformity is a waste of time, likewise is rebellion; even when you rebel from the rules of conformity, you conform to the rules of rebellion. Through friends and people who are like family, I find my true self and alter egos, each one varying by nature and name.
Anger and Hatred fuel my Muses, forcing me to create works of Art; still I try to better myself. I hid my writings until last year, ashamed of the worlds I created. Now, it has changed. Now, the worlds I once created are the worlds I live in. Now, the Darkness protects me, instead of hindering me. Now, my release happens when I wish it to. Now, I control my Muses. Now, I'm in control.
So who am I? Your worst nightmares, mixed with your ideal friend. I'm the creator of nightmares, but bringer of dreams. I'm a figment of my own imagination, but as real as the air I breathe. They say I'm a real person, but they also say the weather forcast is always right.
I do have a real name, but majority of people know me as Shadow. I'm Sinead McCafferty, 17, and live in a city most people know as London, but I like to call a shithole. Some say I'm passionate, others say I have anger issues. Music is my outlet of emotions, when no other words can describe me. I often cannot describe myself in the first person; I see myself as a collection of personalities, rather than just one. My friends are my saviours; each one in some way saving me at some point, whether they know it or not. My enemies are the lighter fuel that lights sponteneously. I am who others make me; I rely on others to be my true self. Hate me or Love me, it probably does not matter, unless I have some sort of emotion for you.
I change too much to stick with one cliche or stereotype. The emo kids hate me because I take the piss out of them; the chavs hate me, thankfully, because I'm deathly pale; the Goths kind of like me because I'm disturbed and dark. I think I shall stick with the Goths; they're more interesting than the rest.
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Anonymous Shadow
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