Who Is To Blame In Macbeth

Why am I standing here? What’s done cannot be undone. Out damned spot, out I say! The tower is the only way out to spare me of this madness. Why has my single burning ambition to be Queen caused me so much dismay? What has happened to that strong, ruthless and feared woman? Ah, those witches brought this upon us. It is time to remove the guilt I have caused and do what must be done. But if I jump off this tower, will I really be freed of this guiltiness? My Macbeth is going insane but I still love him, deep down. Duncan and Banquo are dead and haunt my dreams. Why was I so power hungry and pressuring to be Queen?

Duncan is dead. Washing my hands should have cleared me of this deed but I was wrong. I am racked with guilt, sleepless nights
I remember reading his letter about the witches. I was delirious with excitement and deeply angered. How could the Witches promised him he would be king which is something he would never be capable of. He was too weak hearted, non-courageous and afraid to things to achieve his ambitions and yet they had chosen him to carry out an evil he would never achieve. I was jealous, so I had no other choice than to seize the opportunity and convince him to kill Duncan. I forced Macbeth to kill and that is why he is the way he is now. He murdered him for me to become Queen. I knew he really didn’t want to do it. I unleashed his murdering capabilities and it is all my fault. The tower will remove me from this lunacy. Can I really leave Macbeth behind? I love him but I don’t love him. Ah, why can’t I just go. He doesn’t love me anymore regardless. He is too caught up in his world of power and obliteration. But how can I blame him now from thriving on power and destruction. I must leave. I can’t wake up every day knowing my perpetrates I have committed. I am incapable in hiding my crimes anymore. This must end.

I can’t cope with insomnia and creeping through the hallways. I can’t keep reliving my nightmares of the ghost of Duncan and Banquo. I have become a shadow of the woman I was. Gentlewoman and doctor know my secrets. They know what I’ve done. I have always been regarded as a suspect as I can no longer hide my false smile.