Supervillain poetry: Compulsion

posted by Lisa Knight

I walk amongst humanity.
We never touch eyes.
You’ve hated me, for as long as I’ve been alive.
Thought me deformed.
Now, I charm you with my power.
So you don’t see the scars.
My mutilated self.
I make you see perfection.
I make you like me as someone else.

I came to in the hours after my birth and heard screams.
I remember revulsion.
Hands smothering me.

You wanted to dispose of me.
I was garbage to be thrown on the fire.
I would have been, if one of the doctors hadn’t taken me home.

He was twisted with mercy that was not for my benefit.

I killed him when I was sixteen.
He always knew I’d outgrow him.

Now, I work in his stead.
I run his practice within the NHS.
Operating on patients in the ER.
I make people forget the mortality rate when I take up the scalpel.

I take pleasure in punishing those with beauty.
The ugly I put out of their misery.
Their families thank me.
They hate themselves for it.

I have a girlfriend that used to be young and perfect.
I make her do things.
Unspeakable things.
Not for the eyes or whims of traditional society.
I push her to Perform.
She doesn’t understand her compulsion.
I’ve made her suicidal.
Driving her towards my crazy.

I know it’s not right.
That love is a choice.
And I’ve made it for her.

But, it’s your fault.
Your ignorance.

I just want to be held.
But you won’t have me.
My appearance makes you sick.
I know this as fact.
It’s never been sugar-coated.

So I make you pay.
Justifiably.

I take innocence and twist it.
I carve up those that are perfect and let them live with it.
You think me evil don’t you.
But if you were me, wouldn’t you think they deserved it?

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