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.