I am
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
Me
This poem is about:
Me