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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required ? ?I sat before a jury I could not see, ?Yet I felt their eyes — cold, unblinking — pierce through me. ?No one told me the charges I faced, ?But deep within, I knew each one by name. ? ?My thoughts were called as witnesses, ?And they did not lie — ?Each memory spoke with vivid clarity, ?Reciting every failure I tried to bury. ? ?I objected to the pain — ?But the judge in my mind overruled me. ?My silence was mistaken for guilt. ?My reasons, twisted into excuses. ? ?I tried to plead — to explain the scars, ?But they asked why I never tried sooner. ?Why I let the days drown me without protest. ?Why I waited until now to speak. ? ?I said I was afraid. ?They called it weakness. ?I said I was tired. ?They said I had time. ? ?I said I didn’t know how. ?They said I never asked. ?I said I was doing my best. ?They asked, “Was it enough?” ? ?I cried, ?And they called it performance. ?I laughed, ?And they called it madness. ? ?I stood still, ?And they asked if I had given up. ?I fought back tears, ?And they accused me of hiding truth. ? ?Every word became a weapon. ?Every pause, an admission. ?Every breath, an echo of shame. ? ?I turned to the judge — ?Only to find it was me all along. ? ?The trial ended. ?The sentence: ?Live with the weight of your own verdict. ? ?And as the gavel of thought struck final, ?I whispered a prayer — ?Not for freedom… ?But for peace. ?
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