Accusations and pointing fingers assault me
As I cringe in my fetal defense.
Murmuring about my innocence
But they never relent.
"It wasn't my fault!
I'm not the one to blame."
Though they do not listen.
My mewling protests are weak
My stance is weaker.
"You've got the wrong girl!"
They put the deaths to my clean slate
And the blood upon my hands.
But I need to gain their sway.
"I'm innocent!" I scream.
At least as innocent as the guilty can be.