Nightmares

Accusations. 

Those are the worst of nightmares. False accusations. 

I try to prove myself. Over and over again I try to prove that what I did was OK, or even that I didn't do it at all. But to no avail. The anger I see in their eyes hurts down to my bones. Makes me weak. 

But, I ain't one to give up or take defeat. 

I know what I must do. I can't back down. I know what I did wasn't wrong, and I can't go on living in fear. Fear of them. Fear of accusations. 

And, yet, I suppose I am guilty. Guilty for loving you.