Shadow of a Prize

Whispers in the dark, asking who I am

Lost in the shadows, trying to understand

I can't help but wonder, am I your child or your prize?

A silent question hanging in the skies

Am I a melody you play on strings so tight?

Or simply a stone carved out of sight?

I'm just a shadow, pulled along in your wake

A reflection of a dream, a truth too opaque

A constellation, paraded, a trophy on display

A visual reminder that you claim to say

Am I just an object, hopes and dreams discarded?

An item expected, your expectations they’ve guarded

Am I your child or just a prize?

A reason to look, a reason to despise?

Fading into nothing, lacking meaning or size

Hopes and fears tied to your disguise

I am your mirror, your unattainable dream

The figure you fashion, or so it seems

I’m not your daughter, not your flesh and blood

Carrying your hopes like a flood

A constellation, dusted, hidden away

Something to be dusted off one day

Am I just an object, hopes and dreams discarded?

An item expected, your expectations they’ve guarded

Am I your child or just a prize?

A reason to look, a reason to despise?

Should I stop dreaming, should I hold back hope?

Living without you, how do I cope?

Jailer or mother, who holds the key?

Who am I meant to be?

Whispers fade into silence, questions remain

Searching for myself in the shadow's domain