My Own Frankenstein

She walks a lonely road
One that has been home all this time
Trapped within the darkness of day
Surrounded by a blizzard of smiles
With words cascading down like falling rain
As she quietly whispers
My heart is tattooed on my sleeve
My strings are lying behind me
My cage may be no more
But my wings are useless
They're made of paper, thin and frail
I am my own Frankenstein, can you give me my own heart
She sits alone surrounded by four walls
She finds herself facing the window to the world
Stuck in a place where all is taught
An apple catches her eye falling from the tree
As she was handed her paper
And she silently writes
My heart is tattooed on my sleeve
My strings are lying behind me
I am confined within these halls
Surrounded by a thousand faces
All watching and laughing, I can't see what is real
I am my own Frankenstein, can you give me my own heart
She stands on top of the cliff
High above the lights next to the stars
As she watches prosperity boom
She feels the grass glide over her toes
And the whispers on the wind fills her ears
As she loudly yells
My heart is tattooed on my sleeve
My strings are lying behind me
I am backed to my edge
With my foot barely touching down
And the other through the ground, crumbling and falling
I am my own Frankenstein, can you give me my own heart
She lays amongst the rabble
And watches the oncoming storm brew
She feels eyes on her with the passing of shadows
With a thousand faces confusing what is real
She slowly burrowed her face, lost and addled
And with a tear she secretly prays
My heart is tattooed on my sleeve
My strings are lying behind me
Beneath the open sky
I have fallen
And my paper wings lay around me, ripped and torn
I am my own Frankenstein, can you give me my own heart

Author's Note

All criticism is always welcomed. Please enjoy the read.