The Empty Hole That Is Me Poem by Brenda Tamayo

The origin to my creation is a mystery to me
I fear they have committed a mistake for me
I break their hearts in hope they had for me
The original plans were not born of me
Such expectations they have asked of me
Lack of compassion to pretend to be me
And as I grow, old thoughts leave me
A fraction remains of their vision of me
The little girl in their dreams was never me
Someone should inform them, it was not meant to be
Not this place, not this lifetime, not ever again
The things that went horribly wrong with me
Now bare the empty hole that is me