I am a silhouette
I have no shadow
My face has no description
One only sees the blackness of my body
I have no tears, yet I cry
I have no smile, yet I laugh
I have no skin, yet I feel
So, how come I have no shadow
How can you call me emotionless
Am I not to have feelings because you can't
see my face
Am I a puppet because you see no soul
Am I worthy to suffer because you feel that
a shadow bears no soul
If you were a silhouette would you feel the
same
Would you still cast the first stone