They search for a tear

As they tell me what I've done

As if I do not know

And there will be none

A monster they make me out to be

But I know with utter certainty

I am not so

A monster would have been careful

Methodical, sadistically secret

The acts of a monster

Would have been never known

I am no monster

Merely a scared girl

Determined girl

Who held her own

But they don't know

What fire I survived

By wetting the wood

Ere the blaze began

They don't understand

And I will not reveal

I took no pleasure in my role

His image I will not revile

But I also will not cry

Tears do not come for monsters.