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?