Edward Scissorhands

You’re an artificial creature,
product of an experiment,
or perhaps a freak of nature,
an unexpected accident.

Raised in a strict environment,
from the world mostly secluded,
but once adult and to it sent
by all just feared and avoided.

So very unlike everyone,
so much different from all the rest.
That is why everyone is done
with you even before at first

attempting to know you better.
All alone in your solitude,
often treated like a monster.
So terribly misunderstood.

While all you actually yearn for
is just a bit of human love.
You wish to unlock some heart’s door.
However, you do not know how.

You are ever anxious and shy,
a consequence of love father’s.
Regrettably, shunned when you try
to closely connect with others.

Every time when you try to get
lovingly involved with someone,
as a rule, they freak out and fret.
You seem to just hurt everyone.

I understand you very well
because we are so similar,
and I’m afraid that my fate will
be one to you familiar.