Hang me right, I'll see you through, I'm also nailed for protection. As in form, I am shaped like you, Can you beat this misdirection?

Too much of me and I'll make you wince. You'll do the same if you find a party of me. Despite that, I'm often A favorite of the masses. Squeezed and mixed, I play nicely with other flavors.

I’m tall in the sun but hide in the shade, I mimic your moves, though I’m perfectly made. I have no features, no eyes, and no mouth, Yet I follow you North, West, East, and South. I’m as dark as the night and thin as a line, Attached to your feet, but never quite mine. What am I?

I am a protector who sits on a bridge. Only one person can see through me, while others cannot. What am I?

Life's constant rhythm A steady beat we adhere Its silence we mourn