So sick of always coming up short,

For once, I want to be blameless.

So tired of always being the accused,

I want to be the casualty.

So angry at being the imperfection,

I want to be the victim!

The body in the wreckage,

The shaking wide eyed witness,

The helpless little kitten:

I want to be as they are, pure and white and empty

I want no fault-finding glares.

So sick of disappointing everyone.

Just once, I want to be blameless.