Frankenstein's Tears
written by Juliana Palmcook

Pale green skin fading away, uncoordinated, deformed, volatile-feelings.
If I could find a way to make this monster go away, to disappear.
If I could find a way for the world to see me now-crying;
They might not shun me-run from me.
I might not hide.
If they saw a monster cry and held out their hand and knew that it is kindness I want to understand.
Dismal depths to my soul-everyone in this world has played a role.
Courage is commended to few, the ones who shared a smile or two.
Others laugh and mock what they wish to not understand.
If I could find a way back to that little girl's heart maybe mine wouldn't be torn apart.
If she only knew what was once lost-was found again- for which was once lost was me.
If I could wish on a star on a full moon night, I might let this village see the inner me.
If I didn't have to hide in shadows behind my emerald epidermal shield,
If my creator would have shown me love...
If they only knew this monster they call “Frankenstein” shed tears for a little girl who once knew the real me and loved me.
If I could find a way to reveal my self-maybe I could find a way , a place called home. A refuge for a green freak like me.