I am

Fri, 11/13/2015 - 13:45 -- Ketyra5

I am the boxer

the fighter who never tires

heart-pounding, fist-pumping, eyes blazing


I am the gallant warrior

Racing into battle with my sword held high

To fight your demons and mine


I am the crying child

Heart-aching, lips quivering, tears streaming

Calling for my mommy


I am the broken toy

Used and abused

nothing left to lose


I am the monster

Destroying everything in sight

I am the monster you fear at night


I am the artwork you try to understand

but never can


I am all of these things

in a beautiful mess I call


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