You say I’m rough around the edges, but have never asked why.

There are plenty of reasons I cry.

My sarcasm puts you off you say, yet you keep coming around.

You’re attempting to work at my edges, but beware of what may be found.

I have my reasons for this tough exterior.

I’ve known great pain, but would like to stay sane.

At one point, there was a huge hole in my heart, one I never thought would be filled.

Then he came along.

He worked hard to break down the walls, but after his great feat, he asked, “That’s all?”

So I took all of the broken pieces of me and put them away.

This is what you see today.

Rough around the edges because I haven’t been together since.

If you stay, you’ll see I’m more than just a girl with rough edges.

These edges are my protection.

It took me awhile, but I came to my senses and now I’m defensive. 

Accept me, rough edges and all.