Innocent

No one can look at me in the eye.

I never got a chance to say goodbye.

No one will listen or talk to me.

What will it take for them to see

that I didn't do what they think.

Somehow I was the only link.

And my family has turned their backs

believing I could target and hack

and bludgeon and torture and kill.

All I can do is count down til

they'll take me away to the room

and strap me down as death looms.

Needle enters my arm, tears roll down my face

and pray someone will find I wasn't a disgrace.