I'll always be the villain
in someone else's story.
Many someones, in fact,
because I exist:
a single entity
unreliable, irresponsible 
for being responsible 
to myself and my mature herd
like a quokka, dropping certain
vulnerabilities
for the hunters so I can run away
and breathe another day.
I value only the eyes I see.
I love real brains. Not primitive hearts.
I know I am your monster.
My blood is still warm.