Am I really there?

As my tears fall from the midnight sky, I hear a voice as it cries. I hear it as the thunder rolls, and I watch the people as they take their tolls. I can see all the people in the shadows of the night, and I see all those in broad daylight. But no one seems to notice me, it's like I'm there, but I should be. I wander to myself why should I care, but they should notice me it's not fair. But I must sit here and wait, until the day they seal my fate. They may know I'm here, but where, and here's the thing am I really there. Am I really here, or just a shadow of your worst fear. If I'm never seen it won't matter, I'll just sit here and watch your lives shatter...