Its not my fault
Yet every accusing finger points my way
I did what I could
It wasn't enough to stop the monster
The monsters hands
Down goes my pants
I couldn't scream
My voice lost as I try escaping the horror
Now you make me carry it
The darkness in my stomach growing
I never wanted this
Now everytime I look at this thing
All I see is him
The monster
The truama
This thing was not made by love
But society would blame me
Make me the monster
While the real monster is still walking free
Doing unspeakable things