I Was Made, Not Born Poem by Damien Weber

I was made, not born,
pieced together from broken parts.
I am many in one,
my father, not god but man.
Who could love someone as ugly as I?
Even my father turned away.
Who am I? What am I?
I was made, not born.

I was made, not born.
Casted out of civilized life.
Forced to call nowhere my home,
forced to live as an animal.
All have forsaken me,
condemned me to a life of fear.
I am a useless abomination.
I was made, not born.

I was made, not born.
Labeled as trash.
I got beaten and bludgeoned.
I'm a mistake. Monster, not man.
Thrown into shadows and covered by darkness.
As my anger intensifies, the day draws near
when I shall have my revenge
on my father Victor Frankenstein.