Am I the menace here,
Or have I always been?
Gone unnoticed all my life I believe.
Black and white I see,
As all the eyes stare at me,
They chatter to themselves,
In turn I think in disbelief.

Sam!!! Sam!!!
I hear screams of my name,
The same,the same.
It's like I've been taken back in time,
Have I seen this before?
I look around and see a girl,
She looks like she is in pain,
But the anger she feels overshadows the pain.
What amuses me is.....
She looks like me.

This cannot be true,
For I am me,
I cannot fathom nor accept what I see,
Alas she draws neigh,
I suppose I have become mad,
Just like they said I would.

Wait!
Why do I speak such way?
The thoughts I think in my head comes forth, as foreign words I do not understand.

In a flash I am brought back to the black and white staring contest.
I mist say,they must certainly dislike me,
Their round black pupils contrast in disgust as they look into my soul.

I must leave,I know no one,
I remember not where my trail of thought began,
The eyes draw nearer and I feel myself bend,
No,I cower in fear like the fool I am.

Yes! I see something,
I see a hand,
The light is bright,
Then in a flash,
It all comes to remembrance
The memory of the night.

A young girl of fair skin
She was too prime,
Too proper,too nice,too kind
I reckoned she was too good for the ills of society.

As I watched her walk on the side of the road one day,
I decided to keep her with me,
Keep her safe,
Keep her forever,
And I did.

I took her,
I felt her skin,
So smooth,
So white,
So clear.
Anger fueled me as she screamed,
Hadn't she realised I was protecting her?
Keeping her safe?

So I held her,
Held her tight,
Maybe too tight,
I felt pleasure,
A rush of energy penetrated my system.

She was so weak,
How could she be so weak?
I was glad,
Glad that I was there to protect her,
I was the chosen one.
Soon enough,she didn't fight anymore,
She didn't push me anymore.
As I lifted my hand,I realised,
The one I sought to shield has left me,
Just like every one.

I open up my eyes,
The picture before me clearer,
The wooden table and chairs,
The people shouting,
Then I hear the name Sam once again,
I see a women,
She looks unwell,
She looks tired,she looks dead inside.

I turn around and see a man,
A man with an ugly white wig,
As I shut my eyes again I realised the truth,
It is confirmed,
I killed Sam.
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