DISCLAIMER: RWBY belongs to Rooster Teeth.
~ Would My Former Self Like What I've Become? ~
Everyone else is hurt and broken inside,
while I am physically only half of what I used to be.
How can I fight? Kick? Swing my single fist?
My weapon was rendered useless to me.
I want to be me again, whole, unbroken,
the way I was before I came to harm.
I don't want to be fixed, to be mended;
I don't want to need that stupid robot arm!
I may brood, and I may snap, and I may rage,
but I'm not the type to forever whine and weep.
It may not be the same but I'll make it mine,
although the learning curve might be steep.
I'll stand up again on my own two feet,
fall down, fall again, curse and screech,
keeping falling and getting back up again,
until the place my team stands is within my reach.
~oOo~
