I may be good,
But who I am matters more.
I may be bad,
But I am still a human being.
I was never treated the same,
I was treated like a criminal.

Could they see the stains of blood on my hands?
Even though I washed it off years ago.
Could they hear the cries of my victim?
Even though they were already dead.

A strange matter,
For them to judge to soon.
A curious look,
When I turned their way.

Who were these people?
Acting stronger than me.
Where they the police?
My parents warned me about.

I do not need their help,
I am not insane.
I do not need to take pills,
To keep myself sane.
Why try to help something?
That is already dead inside.
© DarkShadow