If I was

If I was a zebra,
My stripes would be in chaos
The lines all bleeding into  each other
In horizontal and vertical dredges
That could look like X's if you squint,
My hooves would be on backwards
And my eyes would be white sacks,
I'd limp when I walked
High up on the tip of my backwards feet
And the other zebra's with their crocodile bags
Would snicker and dare each other to call me cute,
The deformed zebra falls into the lake every time she drinks
I am the hell horse.

If I was a cloud,
I would be gray and indecisive
And maybe the next day I would fall white, but most often I would be gray
And sometimes shining so black they can't see me at night
But they know I'm there blocking out the stars
If I was a cloud, I wouldn't be dry
But filled with moist unchecked tears
That I hold up until they explode
Most often in public- with the people who click their buttons
So the umbrella top can knock away the tears and they can ignore me for now,
Only to complain about the rain to others
I am the sin cloud.

If I was a guitar
I would be just like mine, cheap and unwanted
Proof to a guilty person's innocence
I would lean against the wall as a memory on every eye
That brought up yelling of the person who ordered it most likely used off ebay
and lied about how much they paid for it
If I was a guitar my strings would ring in static, just like the one against the wall,
And I couldn't choose a color
At the edge of the neck are sharp little lines that aren't even from the chords.
And the string ripped off easily when a foreign hand traveled it non gently.
I am the dead guitar.

If I was a angel
I would have brooding gray curved wings
and bangs that fell past my eyes
attempting to conceal the horns
If I was an angel
It would only be a disguise
I am a demon like she said.
I am not any angel.