In fear and distrust
Mocking me about
Unbearable yet I must
Still continue, no doubt
Tempted to suspect
Killers; coming to a conclusion
Even though I must respect
Evidence to base as reality or illusions
Pleading everyone to believe
Only how I see
Not willing to perceive
Guilt charges of the so called guilty
Oh the pain I felt
I saw the guilty walk free
Now, I've changed the way I dealt
With the situation, but still don't agree.
AN: I just hate it when I don't get my own way. In this poem though, I made
it more dramatic. This didn't really happen. Good? Bad? Please tell me
what you think.