To My Wayward Sons (Supernatural Poetry)

Freak

Freaks will be freaks, Dean

That's what you proclaimed

Monsters will be monsters

You know, it's all fair game

.

That freaks will do bad crap

No matter how hard they try

To change their way, to stop

And therefore they must die

.

But can't you see now, Dean

That I was also one of them?

I was an outcast, weirdo, akin

To the creatures you hate then

.

I'm not just little brother Sam

I'm a tainted man, full of pain

Hell memories, demon blood

Intertwining my knotted veins

.

But I'm trying to change, Dean

Letting go of my darkest past

Cleansing myself off my sins

And start my life anew at last

.

But if you cannot accept that

Freaks are freaks, always will

So is that all I am to you, Dean

Am I just another freak to kill?