The Unfair Trial

by thisismypicture

All eyes staring at me
Examining my slight movements,
A twitch of my eyebrow
A wink of one eye
shifting of my body.

Beautiful, bold and dangerous,
my accuser.
Anger, Hatred, Needles
in her words.

Bounded and gagged,
tape on my mouth,
cuffs on my hands.
I am silenced.

“Condensing! Manipulative! Self-righteous!”,
were her accusations.

I struggled,
I wanted to leave.
Wanted to say, “No!! It’s not me.”
But yet, helpless, broken, teared apart by her words.

I cried.
Voices echo out of my depth.
Forced to stand in front of my accuser,
until I am lead away.