Answer Poem by Amelie Ison

How many times do I have to kill you
Just for you to understand?
I am not the monster you pretend I am—
Your portrayal makes me sick—
You have victimised yourself and left me to blame;
Did you really think I'd let that happen?
Your suffering was never the first thing on my mind;
My own problems were always more important—
So you can cower and hide from me all you want,
Making me out as the cunning wolf lying in wait.
But you should know one thing:
I too am just an innocent fawn—
One forced to bear the teeth and claws of a beast.
Because of you, I became a monster:
What you always wanted me to be.
So I destroy you every chance I get,
And I would break every bone in your body
Just for you to feel my pain
But, even then, it still wouldn't be enough.