I was that little lost ant,
Who strayed from the line.
That buffalo in a stampede,
Who got left behind.
I was that droplet of rain,
Who never made it to the ground.
That petal who fell first,
Long before the flower withered.
I was that roar in the woods,
Unheard of from the city.
That cry in the bathroom,
Unnoticed by everybody.
I was that song on repeat,
Desperately wishing to be heard.
That old unsent letter,
Giving up hopes of being read.
I am who I was.
I will be who I am.
-berryroz