A Monster From Nurture

They say monsters are created, not born We’re products of our environment Experiments with pieces of pain from generations before I’m stitched and sewn with parts of my family My mother’s eyes, my father’s mind And pieces of my core from the other apples on the tree I was created with a heart too big A brilliant soul stuffed into the confines of my multi-toned flesh It rattles it’s cage of bone, leaving me impossibly sick To my stomach, I feel things all too well I can feel this crafted body dying all around my true self The heart is the only thing I have that’s mine But it’s too big, just too much I love too hard, they can’t count on a thousand hands Just how much I’ve cried My heart crushes my lungs A building pressure that leaves me all choked up I whine and beg to my creators, to the observers, the doctors That something’s not right “You made a mistake, it needs more space. Just please take it out.” But I’m hushed, shushed, and shooed This is normal and stop complaining A middle school break up is every teenage girl’s gateway to substance abuse My body just isn’t the right size yet I was made almost perfect I was made to be kind, to be loving A caring person I was designed a passion for life that burns hotter than our scorching sun I’m a pretty face, decently shape, talented enough And I would almost be perfect if my heart wasn’t too much.