Untitled - Kayla Sami

I am strong
A fighter
Constantly in the ring
Battling life like a bull battles red
And not until I see red do I ever stop
But once I do
I teleport back to a time where the world is just a land of broken promises
You tell me I write like a beauty in the night
And I thank you
But I just write about harsh reality
I just write what I see
What I’ve learned
What I know
Throughout the years I gained wisdom
Each piece a brick in my wall
That you are taking apart
One by one
Until you crumble the last one
And I spill out
Unable to contain myself without my protection
As I ooze out
Each beating
Each mental blow
Pounds me down
Down deep into the dirt
Back to where I belong
Without my shell who am I
Just a pile of empty nothingness
Looking for a shooting star
A star tastes like hope
Popping around in my mouth
Cold and bitter
False hope around its edges
Sweet in the center bribing me to believe
To give in to hope
But the sharp overtone in the center ring
Reminds me of all past disappointment
I have to spit it out
Because in the end that’s what the world really is
Isn’t it
Just a world of false hope
Rimmed with disappointments
A land of broken promises
I create
Draw
Paint
Molding you
Into someone you’ll never be
Someone who loves
Unconditionally
Loves me above all else
Stays by my side
As I battle the harsh winds of reality
Holding me close whispering in my ear
That you will never leave
You love me
The being you created
You stand close
Rubbing my hair
As I enter the tornado
I spin attacked from all sides
You comfort me
Tell me it will end soon
That you don’t mean it
That it’s just a lapse
But in reality
It’s you
You are the tornado
Ripping me to shreds
Only to put me back together again
For more
Killing off your own offspring
As if you have nothing better to destroy
When I’m not around you attack my clone
As you mold her
Into me
And step down on the being you created
Because in the end
You really are the artist
And I am just your brush
Limp to your commands
Weak to your demands
And always eager to please
But her
She isn’t complete
You haven’t completely destroyed her
She fights you
Wraps her moldable body around your arms
Binding you
But you have experience with me
And soon you will turn her into me
As I lay here
A puddle of paint
Long since forgotten