Frankenstein's monster by Thomas Mortillaro

You called me

Frankenstein's monster

but was it not you who made me?

I wanted to love, to give, to cherish

yet you filled me with hatred

taught to take from the giving

to use, abuse

I saw and I learnt

Now I use, abuse

never give, only take

you called me cold, manipulative

yet you were the one whom I saw that way

you were the mentor, the teacher, the master

I followed your footsteps

learning faster and faster

now you lay on the pile of ice

and I stand above, looking through the glass eye