Raindrops fall from the skies that are my eyes
Gracefully rolling over the hills that are my cheeks
And catch at the edge of the cliff that is my chin
They drip, plummet, fall
Into the abyss that is the earth
Dampening the area on which they land
Giving up their moisture to the surface of their new residence
Dissipating their iconic shape, appearance and consistency
To blend in, hide, disappear

The same can be said for that boy or girl
They drip, plummet, fall
Into the abyss that is their life
Conforming to the push and pull of the tide
Losing the power that is their voice
To accept the voice that is the crowd's
And disappear among the others

No longer are they a single drop
But a drop in the ocean of all drops
Unidentifiable and unremarkable