Thoughts of a Seven Year Old Murderer

The seven-year-old murdered her mother. What is she thinking?

I'm not mad
Or crazy, I swear.

I didn't mean to
swing the knife
with the blade
that shows
my reflection.

Please,
Wake up!
Mommy!
Mommy!

I hear
something.
A knock
on the
door.

Who is it?

No!
Not them!

Hey!
Let me
go!

Don't
Take me
Away!

Where
Am I going?

I'm
scared.

Please-
just
let me
live-
with the
misery
and
never-ending regret.