You cannot take credit for what I've become
I will not let youMy edges are rough
And brokenBut it's mine
All mineAnd now
after I waited so long
You think you can claimed what you've missedBut even though I may be a monster
This monster
Made something out of nothing
Which is more than you can say
YOU ARE READING
Open Windows ~ Poetry
PoesiaThe wind reminds me of what it's like to be happy again