Monster.
a short poem

When I get mad, they look at me like a monster. I look in the mirror and wish to see my reflection, but I see you instead. They see the monster that I am turning into, and I see you, the man I used to call my father. I do not want to become you. I suppose I can't stop the blood I share with you from changing me, can I?

Monster.
Iovevity, 2024