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.
Copyright © Leo Maria | Year Posted 2024
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