Judge, Jail, Trial and Jury.

I showed them what I felt,
I didn't know it was wrong.
Now I'm in a jail cell,
Thinking up this song.

The trial was on Tuesday,
The judge was cruel.
Into jail, I made my way,
Worse than my own school.

How my mother wept,
I broke her heart.
She picked up the broom and swept,
All the missing parts.

My love was by my side,
Angry at me, loathing my existence.
I knew she wished I died,
My mood was tense.

The jury continued with their verdict,
Guilty, of course.
I tried to contradict,
But only got this verse.

I sit down in the cell,
As they tear down the wall.
I wonder if they knew how I felt,
They wouldn't do this at all.