Who Am I When Nobody is Looking

Victor

A gentle castle,

Fortified walls to withstand any attack.

A shell,

Thick walls to hold the small nut inside.

An ocean,

Sometimes smooth and sometimes stormy.

Each part different,

But are still the same.

It could be the nature of humans,

Or it could be just something else,to make others feel low.

This is where everyone makes the castle or shell of himself or herself,

Or just keep absorbing the hits of insults or failtures in the vast expanse of water that

is the ocean, that is you.

Victor

Victor

The loud bassoon,

The faulty saxophone.

Can sound nice and smooth or have bumps and squeaks.

A student or thinker

Innovating and imagining things,

bringing the ideas to life.

A loyal lion or trustworthy tiger,

Always trying to make life a happier place on Earth,

Though I might get side tracked by the mind.

A fluffy koala,

A delicate butterfly.

So easilly killed or not recognized,

Easilly thoought to be a dull thing but an exquisite creature that cannot be copied.

Victor

The ocean expanse,

Smooth at the good times,

And stormy on the bad.

Can take abuse for short times but if for long periods of time,

It can be devastating.

There are fishing boats in my ocean,

Taking everything they want.

People are like the fishing boats,

Destroying everything, like coral reefs in its path, all for just fish.

But there is one place where they will never reach,

The virgin coral reef,

Huge underwater forests of life.

Those are where all my dreams and hopes are,

never reached except by the mind of the maker.

This is me.