Myocarditis

They came and captured me like a captured agency
And showed me where the needle goes; my side effect
Was nothing but a sign that all was working fine,
They said. Why would they lie to cover their neglect?
I'm mounting a response with every swelling cell
Inside my chest, each fiber of my captured heart;
I've learned to love the pain of making death my gain,
I say. If only they had told me from the start.