I replay everybody’s testimonies
in my head
like a song on loop
Their words and what they thought
to be their truth
were like a scalpel
shaping me into
the monster
they want me to be
I’m supposed to be
like a statue
in this courtroom
Chiseled bronze
perfectly frozen in time
like some god
stripped of his power
or a fallen angel
cast into this hell
And every lie
they say about me
every stone
they throw at me
is supposed to bounce off
like tiny pellets
Here I have to be bulletproof
