Who am I?
I’m not that special
I’m not that unique
I’m a blank sheet
I’ll change like a chameleon
So I can shine like the north star
In a sea of normal

Who am I?
Only when people carve their thoughts into me:
The lie that cries all over the school
The record of everything when the time flies away
Or when your heart strives to be heard through the rant
That you brought upon me
Only then am I ever close to someone’s memories
And I may not have any remedies
For the injuries that I may bring to you

Who am I?
I’m thin,
If I fall, I’ll swiftly reach the ground
And though I may not be found
I’ll be fine
While I fall, I’ll dance in a spinning line

Who am I?
I can be a message that told you “your father is gone”
I can be the marriage certificate
that you and your wife signed after the day of white lace and flowers
I can keep that secret about you sneaking out last night
When you can’t tell anyone else about it

Who am I?
In my younger days of life
I would stand in my field
And thrive in the light that sits on the border of land and sky
But, now, that’s all done
Now, I have many more possibilities and opportunities
Supporting
Reporting
Recording
Like the sleep deprived kids in a school

Who am I?
I am a presenter of art
Writing
Drawing
Sculpting
And Folding your futures into a game

Who am I?
I’m not special
I’m not unique
People replace me
With a useful ability

Who am I?
I am colorful
I am light
I am a messenger
a worker
I am art

So, who am I?
I’m not Sabrina
I’m not who you think I am
I’ve been here for ages
Yet I’ve been left unseen

Because, I’m not special
Because I’m not unique
Because I am a blank sheet
So that’s why they gave me colors
So I’m more appealing to others

When they carve their thoughts into me
The lie that cries all over the school
The record of everything when the time flies away
and when their heart strives to be heard through the rant
That they brought upon me
Then I’m close to someone’s memories
And I don’t have any remedies
For the injuries I bring you

I’m thin,
When I fall, I swiftly reach the ground
And I may not be found
But I’ll be fine
Because when I fell, I danced in a spinning line

I’m the message that told you “your father is gone”
I’m the marriage certificate
that you and your wife signed after the day of white lace and flowers
I keep that secret about how you snuck out last night
because you couldn’t tell anyone else about it

In my younger days of life
I stood in my field
And thrived in the sun
But, now, that’s all done
Now I have many more possibilities and opportunities
Supporting
Reporting
Recording
Like the kids in school

I am art
Writing
Drawing
Sculpting
And Folding your futures into a game

I am not special
I am not unique
I’ve been replaced
With a useful ability

I’m colorful
I’m light
I’m a messenger
a worker

So, Who am I?
Well, whether I’m flying like Da Vinci’s planes
Or turning boulders to smithereens
I will always just be 
A piece of paper.