I am a grain of sand.
Unnoticed but still there.
I feel weight of everything over top of me,
The push and pull of the ocean waves,
The cold, warmth, and the breeze.

I am a snowflake.
Floating down from the sky.
One of a million.
Gently landing on the surface,
I am unique, but the same.

I am the wind.
Pushing everything away.
Making my way around the world.
Hitting everything on my way,
I have no control over where and what I must do.

I am a boy, fourteen years old.
I see other continuing with their lives,
As I just go with the crowd.
Slipping through with the bare minimum.
Doing things that make me,
Me.