Before I can put you on the stand to be accused and to be judged, I indict MYSELF. 
           
         
            First, get down and I'll stand there myself for I deserve such trial. I will be happy to to face it before you for it wasn't you but I who
put you on that seat. I have been long deprived of my own on self-incriminating evidence, for you have played a pathetic role of a saintly perpetual forgiveness for quite some time. I hate breaking through such impossibly, powerful good -in-you-facade but then if my unbridled evilness breaks through it only to free you, I am deeply sorry. 

         
              I grieve, not because you have slowly driven me away from home. I grieve, not because you still have me wear this crown while slowly removing my scepter. I grieve not because your eyes are still fixed with mine while your heart is slowly beating away. I grieve not because you wish to banish me while I stubbornly remain.


             I grieve because it was I who left home one day. I grieve because it was I, who disgraced this throne. I grieve because it was I who didn't look at you that day and failed your heart that way.  I grieve because I wish to dissolve in a vapor than foolishly stay. 

              How will you keep me when I stabbed you armless, when I killed you defenseless?
              How can  I hurt you when you restored my life?
              How did  I hurt you?
              How can you know? How can you believe
           
                 I love you 
                 It was always you...is always you...just you 
                 true but
                 now I am nothing but
     
              Convicted and clothed in self-disgust