45 Years Blind

I have believed
Though born of monsters
And capable of drawing blood
That if I kept myself muzzled
It would be enough
To change my DNA.
I have tried to call out
Every monster that feeds
As though the betrayal
Will prove I’m not theirs.
I have pulled teeth.
But the lie only exists
Because my eyes face outward.
Everyone who looks at me
Sees me.
Sees what I am.

All that’s left,
Now that I’ve seen me,
Is to fold in to the tragedy
That cannot be avoided,
And keep good people
Away.

From Monster I was born;
To Monster I return.