its shitty poetry time, my dudes

god is a seamtress

(i dont like this very much but my friend said it was really good so here ya go)
god is a seamstress
she stitched me together with pieces of strangers
the scars on this skin are from her sewing needle
i'm frankenstein's monster
my limbs are not my own
god is a monster
but a monster that is worshipped
she stole a stranger's voice for me
and hid mine away at the bottom of the mariana trench
i do not know who's hands are writing this
they're not mine
people stare at my skin that will forever be marked
wondering what happened to this body
i'd like to know too
dear god,
who did you tear apart to make this vessel ?
why not just make me real ?
i am stuck in a stranger's body
i look in the mirror and im terrified
there's a stranger in my room staring at me
i want to smash the glass

(hhhfhfj if the screen was wider some of the spacing would be different)