I can heal

I can harm

I can give back

I can steal

I can break the world 

I can make the world a better place

I can fight

to make the world a better place

I show love

What am I?

Can you hear me calling?

Can you see me running?

Can you hear me crying?

Can you see me falling?

I am the lost

I am the forgotten

I once belonged

I once lived here

Do you recognize my name?

Do you recognize my face?

Do you recognize my voice

My heart, my shape?

I’ve been used

I’ve been abused

I’ve been stolen from your children

By this world of violence

Who am i?

Have you guessed it yet?

No? Think harder

For my name is often missed

Copyright: CJ

NB: I altered the last two lines of this piece so I did not give it away

I can't do anything,

Until I meet a mind,

Only then I'll ever bring,

A thought of any kind.

I'm useless when I never move,

By just one man I'm snapped,

As well, mistakes I can remove,

To appearance I adapt.

I'm always able to reuse,

Even when I break,

To make whatever one may choose,

With every move they make.

I'm not too hard to live without,

Some others may do my same task,

You all may have me, that's no doubt,

I can surely do whatever you ask.

I can be built.

I can be torn down.

I can change my appearance,

but that is just one of my many tricks.

Never moving, but sometimes changing,

I can protect you.

I can keep you safe.

However, if you rely on me too much,

you will become isolated, and alone. 

I see you cry,

I hear you laugh,

when you are mad, boy,

you sure like to throw things at me.

I see everything you do.

I hear everything you say.

Yet, I keep all your secrets to myself.

What am I?

I can be faked, but not very well.

I can be given, but also taken away.

I can be found but lost just as easily.

I can be satisfying, but also very restricting.

I mean different things to different people.

But everyone still wants a little bit of me.

I am invisible.

There are two sides to me. One is exposed and the other is hidden-often by cloth. Occasionally, someone will pull away the hiding cloth and stare at me. Not sure why. I can't really tell them not to so I just stare back mimic their expressions right back at them until they get bored and leave again.

There is one that likes to spray me with smelly water every few days and then scrub me down with a rough cloth. There is a little one the keeps putting stickers on me and sometimes makes me look pretty with colorful sticks. I like the little one.

I like the soft water that hits me and is a rather calming presence. The white flakes are nice too, but they are cold and the hiding cloth always gets heavier when they are around. Bugs I do not like. They crawl on me and at first it tickles, but then it is merely an annoyance.

Still, for the most part, even with everything I've mentioned, I am invisible. I stand around waiting for the day someone will need me and wondering why they keep me around if they don't.