Who are you?

You are malicious Monday,the time we dread that signals the
end of freedom.
You are the silent scream children make behind the teacher’s
back.
You are the tiredness of sleeping beauty as she touches a
needle.
You are winter dispersing snowflakes like a delicate ballerina.
You are a beautiful river that elegantly flows across the
face of earth
You are the streams of sunlight shining out golden beams
like Rapunzel’s hair.
You are the shattered heart of a broken boy scattered into
a million pieces like a compelling mirror.
You are the glarmous glow of Sunday morning brightening
your day.
You are a glistening glossy pearl like the hot summer dispersing
your gentle glow.
You are a scalding flames in the desert looking for life to devour
You are the taste of a sweet apple but the personality of
sour milk
You are the end