Cabriolet

Broken is freedom

I thought broken people
We're drawn to me,
Then I realized I broke
Myself, too, long ago,
Or was broken by
Someone I didn't know,
Becoming aware of
It only as I caught my
Crack breaking some
More; and so I screamed
At the windscreen
Until it cracked a bit more.
One more scream
Should finally bring me
Freedom:
Pop my top,
Cabriolet.