• Even in the brightest days I stand in the shadows,
    when happy and joyful people pass I stay sad and hurt.
    In the summer when I cry no water comes out only ice.
    Even in the harsh cold winter when people are happily inside I stay in the shadows.

    Even during happy times I stand all alone in the shadows.
    Am I even real I ask myself if so why am I alone in the shadows.
    People ignore me or treat me like a nuisance even when I say nothing.
    Maybe I'm just a shadow or just alone so I ask you which you think I am.