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

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