This isn't that good because I haven't really written poems before but, um, here's mine. I hope you like it :/ 

SHADOW

I see you over my shoulder

steady and always there

when I walk, you walk bolder

as if you have nothing to spare

You are always out when the sun is bright

and I'm glad to know your behind me

but in the darkness of the night

its like your lost and can't find me

you are tall and skinny

but mostly you have no shape

bending and winding with every turn

you follow the path I make

sometimes your not behind me

sometimes your cast on a wall

then it's like your beside me

I'll catch you if you fall

im happy to know I'll have a friend

even when I'm sad and blue

this is a bond that will never end end

your shadow will always be with you  

Unseen

I stand here and look around

Confused, what is that sound?

It comes from behind me

Whatever it is, I can't see

I need to know

But when I turn, it doesn't show

Maybe an ancient leviathan

But just as easily a lost kitten

My vision obscured

My hearing blurred

What is it that's behind me?

Creatures, only one or maybe three

Full of danger

Possible stranger

When the whatever it is is always behind

I might as well be blind 

behind me trails my fifth grade self. 

who has her hair in tight ponytail, 

and wears her favorite blue shirt. 

she watches me go about my day, 

silent and still. 

she sees me braid my hair, 

and smiles. 

she could never do that. 

she sits on the bleachers 

and watches my soccer practice. 

she thinks it's so cool that I made the team. 

behind her trails my third grade self. 

she has hair cut to her chin, 

and a constant grin that streches from ear to ear. 

she can't believe I'm in high school.

in third grade, 

high school seems a million years away. 

she's impressed with the books I carry in my backpack. 

she's glad I still enjoy reading.

she perches on the file cabinets in the band room. 

she thinks it's great I still play clarinet. 

behind her trails my kindergarten self. 

her hair is pulled into two ponytails,

and the freckles on her cheeks stand out. 

I look like a stranger to her, 

but the freckles on our cheeks are the same. 

she's in complete awe of me. 

she sits curled up in the back of my biology class, 

and watches with wide eyes. 

she's proud of me, 

though, 

even if she doesn't understand a word my teacher is saying. 

behind me trails my fifth grade self, 

as well as my eighth grade one, 

and sixth. 

they might be a bit confused, 

might wonder how I became the person I did, 

but they all have a smile that matches mine 

and freckles on their cheeks.  

What a beautiful poem, Peppermint!

Admin

I toss that salt

Over my shoulder; 

Let it burn the demons

Behind me to dust.

And when they check my records--

A history I no longer am--

I throw and match 

And let them see flames consume crackling papers.

And I leave those shadows behind--

The dark, the demons the fire and blood--

For it is no longer who I am;

A person of tears and Void and The Cage,

She's lost 'til time's come to an end

And now I stride alone, wind whipping about;

No expression, some colour, cool steel-hard resolve.

I have left it all

Behind me.

I am reborn,

Brighter. 

orpheus~

flickering lantern light

against rough stone 

overlayed with a layer of rusted decay

there is but one shadow cast against the wall

(is she behind me?)

my footsteps ringing through the air

gunshots in the silence 

they are the only sound

and I can’t hear her following

(is she behind me?)

my throat is dry and sore

from pouring my soul into song

my fingers sting from lyre strings 

and there is only darkness ahead

(is she behind me?)

there is a faint sliver of sunlight 

it burns against the obsidian night

my heart yearns for me to stumble out

of this shadowed underworld

but will I be abandoning her if I leave?

how can I walk blindly away?

(is she behind me?)

I am between sunlight and death

and I cannot move 

without knowing she is here. 

so I turn around. 

.

.

.

(she was behind me)