People look at me and see a smiling face
As if everyday couldn't get any better
But they can't see the frown in my shadow
Its buckling knees tired and weary,
Slowly giving from supporting me for too long
Trying my best to stand strong
They can't see the every tear it sheds
Nor hear its voice as it cries out for forgiveness.
You may not hear it but look

Take a look at my shadow
You may see a blank image of me
But it will show you a different story.