Your me. By: Autumn Mercy October 10, 2011 by This Old Soul . . . | 3 Comments It hit me like a rock, falling to the ground, no where to be found, I don’t recognize who I am anymore, Who is that in the mirror I see? A monster ? A child? Who on earth could you be? Oh wait… Your me. About these ads Share this:FacebookTwitterGoogle +1PinterestRedditStumbleUponTumblrDiggLinkedInEmailPrintLike this:Like Loading... Author: This Old Soul . . . I just want to express myself without the world getting angry... If they would listen they would learn. Life has been hecktic but i'm still alive so why not tell ? Life... Like a might gust of wind, brief but strong.