Lacking a name

I am the grain of sand born from the paving
between the tiles
- I repeat the same mantra for myself
while I watch the shoe soles that stomp me

I'm not even sure are these
thoughts my own
or did someone else take me as their own a long time ago
when they forged independence for me

     My yells don't actually become louder
     I just hear the static from the traffic

What am I?


29/10/2016