Being Me

Being Me


I tried to crawl - 
                    out of me
but it would not let me be
and hacked at loose ends
waiting to be completed.
All my insides spilled out
Plop!
Blood everywhere.
I tried to melt me
to shape me
but I dried too quickly
like that hunchback I am now deformed.
Then...
then I took out my brains
set it aside, neatly
to make space for everyone but me.
But somehow my wires crossed
short circuit
explosion was imminent.
Wires got misplaced
forgotten
lost.
For all I troubles they put me away
in a cold cold room
no windows.

Left to my own devices.
Left with nothing else:
"well may I could perhaps
be
me?"
Though shaped by this Frankenstein world
I am not a monster.
ill-shaped, wires crossed
I must find a way to be me.