Aim

Put me in the crosshairs, I won't move so you can aim.

Take the shot, take everything again, it won't be the same.

This time I'll accept my pound of flesh, all of the blame.

I don't know the rules, terms or conditions of this game.

Even if it means dying, I'm not here to kill, or to maim.

There's more to me than this fatty flesh or this fragile bony frame.

The mistakes I've made, the consequences, the shame,

If the results are that I have to burn, bring on the eternal flame.

If forgiveness is mine, from whom do I need to claim?

If I am to be judged for emotions I could not tame,

Then first judge the pain I know and feelings I can't name,

Judge not only the actions, but also everything I overcame,

Judge the times I held my tongue not just what I exclaim.

Don't just judge me for what I was but for what I became,

I won't make any excuses, or anything as lame,

All I ask, is that you judge me, not what my sins proclaim,

And if you still find me guilty, I won't move a hair on my body as you take aim.