Frankenstein Syndrome

We can pretend

Play the part

Practice in front of the mirror

We can contort

Contemplate our counterparts

And let them consume us

Never content to be ourselves

Constantly comparing her to

Them and him

To us

If I work hard enough

Study the material

Want it bad enough

I can be like that

Will away will power

Wander in and out of ways to be

Taking notes

Latching onto fads

Phases

And fallouts

We can end up friendless

Alienated

And disillusioned

Because we couldn't decide

And there was always something better

Someone else to imitate

And morph into

We can be them

But who are they, besides

A deformed

Dismembered version

Of everyone else?