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.