Let me hold your hand so you don't take my life I wouldn't want to scare you into killing me

I mistook you for a hero
You mistook me for a crook
You—with your weapons, and your bulletproof vests, and a syndicate that shifts blame off you
onto
the dead
Me—weaponless, bulletproof vest less, and no one to back me, cast in the role of the unsafe
thing.