I hear the mumbles and whispers I hear you say I am a broken fry And I am weird when I laugh or cry I know you know where babies come from And imprints shouldn't be abnormally formed For me, epigenetics didn't skip a turn.
I am a crude combination Of the worst, you can ever mention So your assumptions are not fictions Though, I am not meant for mockery Neither do I expect your sorry I am still me, not a forgery.
Can I crave your indulgence, As I take you through my trance, Themed, "the scary entrance" ... Most fetus growing in the uterus Sense their parent's splendid love, All I sensed was a holy terror
Coming from two adults fighting. In the bump, I was frightened Their utterances were words too many The pains I felt were hard to bear I tried to run away from the fear But each time I did, it reappeared.
I can't say who was right or wrong Nor who first spat the bitter tongue For they both played an unpleasant song.. In it, drowning the fragile fetus Hence for the fear, I metamorphosed Into shell traits that best fits us,
Just like falling objects to gravity My weird hypersensitivity Was expressed from such calamity. Now tell me, to what extent Can your words make me feel hurt When I know the source of my defects
And tragically, nothing I can do Especially when I was birthed so In spite of that, to love my parents too... Finally, I can barely seep at night Knowing an unborn, would pick up the fright From pregnant parents who just love to fight.