I am.

I am a change of time, a new period.

I m a mouse,

quiet and secluded

I am the flow of a lazy river

going along with whatever,

not having a say.

I am a change of time, a new period.

I am the blossom,

opening to the new.

I am the fresh, the beginner.

Open to different people,

unfamiliar feelings and unknon places.

I am the secret-keeper,

too wrapped up in a gent.

I am in ones absence,

thinking it was all right.

I am a change of time, a new period.

I am the secrets

coming to surface.

I am the final,

diry truth

behind the curtain.

I am the trying fresh start.

I am the lower level,

the disappointment.

I am a change of time, a new period.

I am the hesitant,

the asking.

I am the cowardice.

I am the timid,

book-smart girl,

the try-hard and the anticipated one.

I am a change of time, a new period.

I am the social butterfly,

saying just enough but not too much

I am the careful, cut out and shaped to tolerate,

not stepping on toes while I'm up on my own.

I am a change of time, a new period.