Frankenstein

Written October 11, 2025

Parts of me are broken

Due to the unfair illnesses 

That ravage within me. 

I don’t need your diagnosis, Your analysis, 

To find the truth 

Lurking at me in the mirror. 

I work so hard all the time,

Stitching my life together, 

Yet to what reward?

My prospects mean nothing to society, 

My weight is above propriety, 

I’m smart enough to have anxiety. 

I refuse to be your Frankenstein 

Who you are constantly evaluating, 

Attempting to stitch to your liking. 

Stop trying to fix me, 

Or giving me advice to fix myself,

It only further breaks me.

Why can’t I be enough,

Just as I am?

My own Frankenstein.