Useless

Even if I could mend it, I would still be useless. Even if I could stitch myself up, the seams will fall apart again. The mould couldn’t hold itself together as it melted in the sun. I’m still unworthy of your image. Your expectations failed to notice that anything built on poisoned soil would be tainted from within. Even if I kept healthy, I would still be useless. Despite the time- you spent to mould me The acid rain will eat me away. Even if I had a spine, I would never be a man. I’m not one for meeting standards as I have never had any. Even if I could meet them, I would still be useless.