shadow self

I am the big thing in a small space I am the chest inside your heart I am shame inside a preacher's soul I am the shadow in the portrait hall I am many, many things A snake, a whisper in the hall A missing step beneath the darkness But I am you, oh, most of all I will guide your hand in darkness I will hide you from the light I will teach you all the bad things That darling, make you feel alright A show rehearsed, a show to see A show with pricey, pricey tickets But you sell them nonetheless When no one buys, they're worth far less A show you learned from gods, from men A show you practice now and then A show you cannot quite sustain A show you host with easy pain "Come one, come all," you say The fool, the loneliest part you play but oh My dear, you play it well And I swear it's hard to tell