i want to know
who is more sorry
out of the two scared voices in the microphone, echoing through the court room

your lawyer clicks his pen
i don't know what to do with my hands
or my words
when they ask me how it feels to be a victim of the man sitting in front of me
man with rottweiler grin
man with my innocence wrapped in plastic and stuck in his pocket for later
man who's gun i've held in my hands but never shot

i watched you beg
but who's asking who for forgiveness?