by KAT

Dang! I can barely breathe!
I’m up on stage with everyone lookin’ at me.
My heart is racin’.
My legs are shakin’.
Is the Earth quakin’?
I’m waiting, waiting for my mouth to move.
Then I suddenly see you (in the crowd far out),
Without hesitation I start to sing,
And the audience before I’m done is applauding.
By the time I’m done, my soul is wrung.
I can’t help but to fall and shout.
Everyone frozen, shocked in sympathy.
I think everyone now sees the real me.
Dang! I can barely breathe!
I lost my fake identity.

by KAT

With you gone, I sometimes feel alone. I see so many people who still have their best loud. Walking the halls talking and laughing. I know you have new friends in this new school and life, but by the end, at night, I know you only think of me by your side. We shared all the secrets in our time. For six long years it was only us side by side. When my papa left and your momma died we both sat up together and cried all night. I still need you because my life isn’t right. I move play to place with every day filled with fights. From fighting my lover, my mother, and my brothers, but most of all fighting myself. My health isn’t good; not because I’m sick, but because I’m overwhelmed. I hope deep down that you’re all right. I hope you’re able to still sleep at night. I hope that everything will be a happy new life, something you like. Because I know I still can’t sleep at night. I wish, I hope one day we will once again be side by side. Until then, now and forever, I won’t be all right.

by KAT

So many pieces have fallen,
I’ve glued them to gather with the last of my soul.
Each unique from the cracks and chips etched by its own tragic journey.
Though it is now one, it will never be the same.
Due to being swayed, played, and even betrayed by its own counterparts.
Now remember, even when broken, it’s my own beautiful piece of art.

Split in two like some fruit,
Tangled and intertwined by the parts of me that can’t decide,
While spikes arrive to tear and scratch the surface skin of mine
Like bulls each fight with no choice of being tired.
There seems no way for this maddening chaos to subside.

While combing through the strains for time,
I’ve turned out to be so hard,
but on the flip side soft but barely rough enough.
Now don’t get me wrong. I know I can take the bad.
Especially since I’ve been used more than your daily rag.
Sadly, we know I have to say one day I’ll break
Then throw away
‘Til then I know you love me.