Making of a monster-
You call me a stone
You call me unloving
You call me cold
And urge me to evolve, but this is setting a rot.
You feel pride in my concern
Feel safe in my possession
Cherishing the moments turning into a bird with chirping giggle.
But then think dear and think hard
you,re turning me into something i am not.
You might make me more than you want
The rot is spreading,I can feel the monster inside.
POV-My Point Of view 