Who am I? Such a bold question to ask.
I am the honeydew on a fresh blade of grass.
I am the crack on your mirror
I am the high pitch noise in your ear
You know the one that no one else can hear?
I am the leaves falling off of a tree
Many different shades and shapes, but all the same thing.
I am the pain in your voice when it cracks
I am the horrors that you run from in the past
I am the one who never knew
I am the one who had no clue .
I am the one who is done
I am the one.
-Gabrielle
