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
One of my Oldest Poems. It's one I look back to for inspiration.