Jail Sentence

Was written about my ex

 

Trapped and forced to open up

With no where to go except into my prison

You say you want to be my parole

Yet when I go on trial and try to testify

You end up becoming the persecutor

 

Shutting me up whenever I speak,

Oblivious that I’m up there for you

As you question the words

I start to wonder and become nervous under your crushing pressure

I’m lost in my mind wondering

Why change your mind when I did this for you

 

As the judge grows weary

And the bantering goes back and forth

I let you win

I surrender yet confusingly you suddenly become the defense

Author's Note

What do you think?