I am not guilty, Nor created to be guilty; Although I am human You make me wilt. I do not understand what it is Keeping me up at night. Is it the noise of your passing? Wyrd forged me iron-sinewed, Worthless, hard, and proud. Regret nothing - in quick time it passes, And you cannot shame me With the guilt you wish I felt. Why should we allow for chronic victims? Your tears are warped power, Merciless and violent in their falling. Therefore, guilty or not, I must consider myself absolved.