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.
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