She.

Yeah, she is the one everyone turns to,
She has the shoulders their tears fall,
It is her voice above their sorrows.

Yet time always changes,
Never repeating itself as they say.

What happens if the voice is silenced, the shoulder slouched, and no should able to turn to her?

What happens when it is clear that she,
Has not a soul to turn to?

No one to turn to,
No one's shoulder for her tears to fall,
No voice able to rise above her sorrows.

Her own words echo throughout her thoughts,
All of what she had told them all.

By now, she is doubting those words.

Doubting her word that were spoken,
By means to influence happiness.

Her words that influenced others to smile,
To forget their pains,
Yet she cannot.

She cannot do what hose who came to her did,
She cannot forget.

There is no good coming in her direction.

Only complicated problems,
That she cannot solve.

Problems that not even she,
The one who stands,
Can solve.

Why is it that she seems to get one hard situation right after another?

Situations that she has no power,
Where she can only watch, and do nothing.

Yeah, who would have known that she has problems,
She is the strength of others when they are down,
The spiritual lifting, for her situations were - are worse.

There is a mask that hides her pain,
No one has lifted that mask.

No one knows it is there, they are blind to her pain, and always will be.