I opened my eyes to a world that was new.
I woke to confusion, and where, man, were you?
You fled when you saw me, a coward, afraid
Of viewing the being whose life you had made.
You never came back. I was left all alone
To find my way through this strange world on my own.
I get only hatred; a kind word is rare.
Yet you call me monster. I ask, is that fair?

I have just one fault, and I don’t bear the guilt.
My face and my body are hideously built.
What’s ugly is evil, or so people say,
And so they attack me and drive me away.
You had taught me nothing, to read or to write
Or deal with the people who hated my sight.
You left me untutored, and you didn’t care.
Now you call me monster. I ask, is that fair?

I learned watching people from deep in the wood.
I read books that told of both evil and good.
At last I discovered a man who was kind,
If only because to my face he was blind.
But then came his family, and they drove me out
When they saw my looks, with a blow and a shout.
I could just have killed them, but I ran from there
When they called me monster. I ask, is that fair?

Now I have returned, look upon what you’ve made.
You gave me a life, but your debt is unpaid.
Would any good father abandon his son?
But that, Victor Frankenstein, is what you’ve done.
Now you will reap what your creature has lost.
Now you will pay every cent of the cost.
And when I am done, you will live in despair,
For you are the monster. I think it’s just fair.