Remove your eyepatch, please.
The doctor,
with such gentle voice,
smiled at me.
Gentle my ass.
I know,
what you are thinking.
Ugh... This boy gets
in my nerves.
Well sorry.
I just prefer my middle name
rather than my first.
My fingers twItcHed
as soon as they maDe a contact
on the strings
of said object.
Slowly but surely,
the latter went loose.
Drop goes the eyepatch,
revealing my other eye,
damaged
closed
reddened
stitched.
I wanted to show it
to everyone else.
Show them,
so that they
could just stop
with their stupid remarks.
Inwardly,
I grinned
at their expected
horrified face.
Then you, morons,
will know
how it FEELS.