You threw me to the snakes leaving me to fend for myself, discarding me like an object that you had grown bored of. And, when i crawled out from the pit more powerful than before, venom coursing through my veins , I became the monster. I became the one to be feared.
How easy it is to forget that monsters are not born but made and my dear, you are responsible for every inch of the creature I have become.
Pick me up, And open my cover, But be careful, Cause I might crumble, Read my fine print, Just don’t mock the way I am, I’ve been through alot since then, Drugs, Fights, Heart breaks, And more, Are all the things you’ll find, In my novel.