Eyes wide open in an unfamiliar, dingy room

They watch over me murmuring whispers.

I can’t quite understand; something’s wrong I presume.

The chilled air runs down my spine, sending shivers.


They called me son, the apple of their eye

Yet they left me there and waved goodbye.




                                              I died inside.

Time passed, I lie there.

Lost within my surroundings,

My thoughts, my feelings, unlike any other.

Where is my place? Who am I?


Wanting the love from those who want nothing to do with me

Why can’t they accept me as I am.

All I want is to be cared for,

I’ve learned from my past, and

I’m sorry….

I didn’t ask for this.


I’ve realized, this is it for me,

It doesn’t get any better.

All I have is me, and that’s all I need.


But still,

I do not wish this nightmare upon anyone else

Unaccepted, unloved, uncared-for…

-Alexuz Bejarano

Review: I decided to write a poem, kind of reflecting on the creature being abandoned. I felt it was one of the most emotional parts in the novel, only because the creature was vulnerable. When the creature was created he didn’t know any other feeling than loneliness, being abandoned by the only person he knew. I wanted to also incorporate the 2015 film, Frankenstein, directed by Bernard Rose. I started off the poem reflecting the beginning of the film as it started off with “Adam” in a room that looked much like a hospital room. Confused to where he was, as the creature in Mary Shelley’s novel when he first left Victor’s lair. This poem is in the creature’s perspective, he continues to explain the abandonment he felt, instead of the things he experienced like in the novel from pages 92-128. In the film Victor and Elizabeth portrayed mother and father figures to “Adam” and abandoned him, killing him even more  on the inside because even if he didn’t know what it felt like, he loved them and hated them at the same time. Modern time or not, it’s all the same. People till this day aren’t accepted because they’re different, because they don’t fit the criteria of normal. No one is normal. This poem is what the creature is feeling in the twenty-first century, which is the same as he’s feeling in the novel and in the film, empty and lonely. Still begging for the love and care he won’t get, feeling sorry for others because he was created. Accepting his past and In the end comes to an agreement with himself that he won’t accepted, and the only person he has is himself. At  the moment that’s enough for the creature, until then he’ll keep searching for his happiness, and doesn’t wish this for anyone.