The Shadow

As I stand there I feel a shadow walking out of me

Is it me or is it someone else in bright red lipstick?

I stare watching my shadow do her frolics

Is it me or someone else doing the antics?

Do I release myself through my shadow?

Or is it really another woman doing her show?

Thus thinking I walk on and as I’m about to hit a pole I come to my senses.

It is not my shadow, it is indeed someone else.