It's not my fault I'm the way I am
I am the product of two faults
raised by one
pushed away by the other
and torn down by both.
I am the waves my mother creates
Imitating the way her limbs and tongue move
while she identifies the error of my ways
Unknowing she passed them down
I am the habits of a ghost
Lingering inside my DNA
I am the sprout
Of a damaged seed
Only replicating my fathers appearance
But still receiving the hatred as if
I also hold his soul
I am the scary mystery hiding in the dark alley
Not knowing what will become of me
I am the corner they're afraid to turn
Worried of what they may run into
I am the shaken bridge over rough raged waters even I wouldn't set foot on
Apprehensive I'd implode entirely
I am the manifestation of
Two nightmares merging together
Brought up to not only oppress the bad
But to seek the good
Even when both of my creators
Find chances to point out my mistakes
I am nothing but two separate fears
Made tangible
Taught to make the best when people are scared of me.
I am only the thin layer of hope
Two worlds found when they emerged
Only to be cracked
when I'm not what they'd expected
Cursed by the angel for obtaining the nose of the devil
Cast aside by the devil for holding the attributes of the angel
Torn somewhere in the middle for being who I am
I am the way I am, not by choice
But by nature.
I am the product of two faults.
I am
I am
I am
