A hollet about a monster

This is a fictional monster (would people be interested in me doing real ones?). Let me know if you can figure it out.

Harvested by father, enmeshed
with anguish, I would rip out
my seams that purport to
make me whole, if his
eyes would gaze upon
me with glints,
remnants
of
care. Am
I the kind
of creature who
can stretch to the edge
of humanity? Or
am I condemned by creation
and creator to rot alone?

(Prompt by me)

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