Suspect Poem by james d nall,jr

Yep, it was me, I'm to blame
Drop the load on me, put me to shame
Doesn't matter what you know
I'm guilty, doesn't it show?

The worst you can think is what you say
Who cares if it ruins mine or some others day?
You're convinced, that's all that matters
Go ahead, tear my reputation to tatters

You'll be happy inside that YOU know the truth
Whats next? shooting me dead in a phone booth?
Enjoy this while you can, my poor dears
For soon enough, you'll be the ones in tears

What are you gonna do when I'm gone?
How will it feel to be ALL alone?
No one to blame but yourself
When you place my urn on your shelf

Will you be able to live with your guilt
Or will your flowered world begin to wilt?
What will you do? what will you say?
See...for your stupidity, you'll have to pay

For me....it'll finally be over, at long last
I'll never have to hear again, about my past
After all, It's me that was always the bad guy
I don't even care if, in Hell, I have to fry
For once I'll be truly free
Who knows? I might finally see
Just what it was that I did so wrong
Wondering....why did it take so long?

But, you'll finally be free of this cursed son
You know? the suspected one?
The one that made your life a living Hell
So..for me, tolls that ancient death bell