I am quiet and loud.
I wonder why they put up their armor when I am present.
I hear a million pitter-patters whispering.
I see the world crashing into me.
I want to be free every day.
I am life.
I give life.
I can't control myself so sometimes I get out of hand.
I feel my heart drop as I'm falling further and further towards the ground.
I touch the hearts of the open-minded souls.
I worry that I will never be loved.
I cry because I do so much yet receive very little.
I am a shower that brings flowers.
I understand why I am not loved.
I dream of a place where my cold aroma is enjoyed by all.
I am quiet and loud.