Parasite in My Eye

To the Parasite in My Eye,
This is my body.  Only good things live in it.  I only support good intentions.  I do Not support you.  You will Not survive.  This is my eye you are invading; the key to heart and soul.  You cannot look into it.  But I can see you.  I provide your food, and I am taking it away.  I am taking away your sustenance.  I am taking away your life.  You cannot live here.  You cannot grow here.  And you definitely cannot mate here.  You will not travel from me, either.  You will die here.
I will eat you.  I need all the nutrition you have taken from my precious eyes.  I need it to repair the damage you have done.  I need it to heal.  My body is stronger than you.  I can order my army of white blood cells against you.  They are many and dominate in their backyard, you are one.  They have been called to arms.  You will Loose.
I do Not support those who take from me.  I do Not support those who do Not ask first.  I do not support bad memories or mistakes.  I do Not support the place you came from.  I will Not take you back North.  I want you to experience Texas, the heat and the humidity and all the wonderful blessings we have.
You will leave me.  You have to.  I deserve clear vision.  I deserve good sight.  I deserve healthy eyes.  I need my eyes.  I use and abuse them everyday.  I read too often to stop.  I control my eyesight and you are Not welcome.  So go.
Be gone.  Do Not trouble me any longer.  You may die here.  I may hold a funeral in your honor.  For it is with honor that you concede your life and recognize that This Is My Body.  You do Not belong here.  You are Not welcome.  And I can change that you are here!  I just did.

Thank You!
Bella