I am an experiment, nothing more.
A sitting duck, waiting to be cooked and seasoned to perfection.
I tell people I am not a monster, but I don't know
Who I'm trying to convince: them or myself. I am results
Scripted down in a lab book. My heart aches from incisions and
Stitches. I have been re-sewn together time after time,
Like a sweater falling apart.
Soon all of the scars of my past will
Encompass my entire body until
I am a twisted like image of myself.
But people change, like the seasons,
And with freedom I was
Given an opportunity to be born again.
I shed my skin that was scarred like Frankenstien's
Monster and was baptised in a new body.
I am strong. I am willful and courageous.
I have overcome this world.
I am beautiful. I bathe in
Sunlight and caress the Earth.
I am who I am and no one
Will ever take that away from