I am that still small voice,
Barely audible beneath the rushing waves that cloud your mind.
I am the desperate chameleon.
Constantly changing myself to adapt to my surroundings.
I am the wide eyed owl.
Seeing everything, and taking your secrets to the grave.
I am the girl in the back of the classroom.
To scared to raise my hand.
I am bleeding, ruby red water. The tub is filling;
overflowing, oozing with emotions, to painful to endure.
I was always there.
But where were you?
About the Creator
Miquela Wallace
Starting my path as a Personal Health Coach!
Grad date set 07/2021 (I.I.N)
passionate about helping others become the best versions of themselves.
Striving to live in a better world!
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