The Judge and the Jury
Watching every move, hearing every word.
Making me feel worse than a dying, caged bird.
Using hate as your gavel and power,
Behind your own flaws you always cower.
You cut me worse than I could ever hurt myself,
Words sharper than blades, all to harm, but none to mend.
I try to hide, using subtlety and stealth,
But your speech catches me, my will to press on will bend
In shame...
You are the Judge, and you are the jury.
Every conviction brings forth worry.
Where can I find my sanctuary?
My eternal search makes me weary.
I've been sentenced for life, for good.
With confidence I once had stood,
But now I long to see the light.
The harsh punishment, unholy blight.
I swim against the current of pain,
Only to realize my efforts were in vain.