Frankenstein’s Monster

I am Frankenstein’s Monster.

These parts you see

So crudely stitched together

Are not my own.

I am a conglomerate of others.

Do you see this hand?

I liked how they wrote

So I replaced it with my own.

And this tongue

Is from another who strung words together so eruditely.

My gestures

Thoughts

Posture

Mannerisms

And so much more

Are things I’ve stolen from others

And stitched onto myself

In hopes I may become someone I can accept.

But truth be told

All this severing and stitching

Has me questioning the existence of my “self”

Because cut my seams

And I don’t know if there will be anything to find underneath.