When I Was First Born

When I was first born
I was torn into pieces
At two
I dozed on the floor like a pig
By the time I hit six
I was awkward as a ferret
When I was twelve
My heart's black void widened
Right now
I'm a nurtured yet rotting pear
Everybody thinks
I'm an owl, the great wise owl
But really,
I'm a stupid, stingy, rat
When I'm twenty-five,
I'll hold life in my palms
When I'm in charge
Every person will fit together, like a puzzle piece.