I am right about the stuff that happened
It was bad,
I met children in my work
Who suffered similar.
And I wept for them
I Created a mask
a face that showed no feeling
It saved me for a while
But then it didn’t just keep out of the danger
It kept out the good.
I really am right about the stuff that happened
I have it in writing,
Its in my wiring
There is proof of it in the consequences of my choices
I am right.
I rest my case
I know and I willing?
Do I prefer to acquit my perpetrators including myself in order to be happy.