(Inspired by Mary Shelley’s “Frankenstein: A Modern Prometheus”)
As time goes on,
and fall off our
sakura pink trees
The world reflects the sun’s
of which flood my eyes.
Our school, is sprawling
with (mostly) happy faces
the halls, the turf
at every nook
All these students have their own story.
Their own little moments among an ever vast ecosystem.
…And they say that kids hate school.
I remain wretchedly jaded throughout all this.
Isolated on a hill,
with a monster muttering and moping all it wants
only for nobody to hear it.
I thought humanity taught me how to hate,
with an entire angry mob
chasing me out of their village.
I treat me just as they treated me…
Isn’t that what they wanted me to do?
But watching these people,
with their interactions
and the little moments they share,
they drive me away from the clouding spite
despite what one may think.
These humans can love,
from what I saw.
And… Who could blame them either?
It has been beautiful weather, and it is a nice school they attend.
The grand palace,
despite its minor filth, it shines with color.
For such a small moment in their lives that doesn’t even
matter in the end,
their elder “teachers” and such really try to make it stick with them for the rest
of their lives, no?
Good for them.
These emotions that I relate to, give me…
Oh, what’s it called again?
Yes, they give me hope
that I can become human