 I Didn't Mean to Do It
(the story of an abused rat)
by Aamanda Paletta
 
I didn't mean to do it!
To hurt you
in that way.
It's just that
you're so big,
and I'm so small…
and very much afraid.
I promise,
I didn't mean it.
If I could take it back, each time
that I attack
I'd trade it for a kiss,
on each and every
fingertip.
But now I've caused
the blood to flow,
from someone that
I really love.
Please don't hurt me,
I really didn't
mean to do it.
I hear you yelling,
and now I am afraid.
I know that I have wronged you,
in a very hurtful way.
You see,
before I knew you,
I had a
different name;
a different place
to live,
which drove me
quite insane.
It was a lonely,
scary place,
with kids
who poked
and pushed
and shoved me.
I never saw
a loving face.
The adults found me disgusting...
they thought I was
a true disgrace.
I had no other options.
Oh! Don't you see?
It came down
to a final choice.
It was either them,
or me.
I bit their
poking fingers.
I stared them in
the face.
“How dare you
treat me badly?!
Where's the justice
in this place?”
I tore at the hands
that hurt me,
and they threw me
to the floor.
Oh please,
can't you see,
I just couldn't
take it anymore!!
They started
teasing me
(Oh please, please
can't you see)
with sticks and
hands and feet.
I had to protect myself,
it was either them or me.
Now I'm in your home,
and you would
never treat me so.
But you see,
you're just so big,
and I'm so small…
and very much afraid.
I promise
I didn't mean
to do it
To hurt you
in that way,
I promise
I'll try harder
if you'll just
let me stay.
Wait!!
I'm so sorry.
This page was last edited on
June 28, 2011
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