Why
You started
as just an assignment.
Something I had
to do to keep that grade up.
But,
once I was done with you
I missed you.
It didn't take long
before I had a whole book
of friends for you.
Because
it felt good expressing
the anger
the sadness.
And nobody
questioned you like
my other vice.
In you
I found
Freedom.
This poem is about:
Me