You built your castles out of glass
and waited for them to be broken,
so this time you would have an excuse
to bare your teeth and attack.

They cried, they apologized
but nothing could satisfy you,
you knew this would happen after all
and the audience needed a show.

In the aftermath's silence
with glass at your feet and blood on your hands,
you howled at your accusers,
you swore you swore you swore
that they started it,
that this wasn't your fault,
you had no choice.