At times

At times I am like a painting. Hanging on the wall with no purpose but to look pretty and quiet. No one noticing me. At times I am lke a dancer. Breaking my bones to move towards the beat. Drenched in the need to be perfect. At times I am like a warrior. Fighting for what I want. Killing everything around me for my selfish needs At times I am like a swimmer. Looking for a better end but drowning at the perfection of the waves around me. But most of all I am broken dreams. Lost and left in dust and tears. Nothing more than a mere 'once was'