I am the girl who
Walks through the rain
With a closed umbrella clenched
Tight in my slippery fist.

I am the gold that
Promises power and happiness,
But feeds upon the induced greed
And leads my master to ruin.

I am the weapon that
Refuses to harm or
Defend,doing nothing but
Existing.

I am the mime that
Loves to talk,
Words running,rushing like a river,
A torrent of pure sound.

I am the quill that
Refuses to write,
As scratches appear upon the
Paper that is no longer my mate.

I am the catalyst of confusion;
I am the warrior who loves my foe;
I am the dictator who hates to rule;
I am contradiction.