My Turn
So he took advantage of what he thought was weak, but now here in the court room I’ll be the one to speak, did you think I’d never tell of what you really did? Why did you do it? I was just a kid. I ask why you felt it was ok to do all those things, an I felt hopeless an weak in the time, but guess what now your stuck with this crime. Your abuse an manipulation ends here, I won’t keep going on in the fear, I’ll never understand why it was me, but at-least there won’t be others as you won’t be free. You had me fooled In being a friend but your trauma is what I got in the end, you only won what wasn’t for long, I’m not something of yours to belong, you took advantage of my kindness an I did let guard down in sight of blindness, now I ask why is this you put me threw? One turn to your back an it happen like that, so fast, so blurry, try to blind it all out of sight your strength over took me an I couldn’t even fight. I’ll win the battle of this eventually an I’ll smile while your in the penitentiary. You will have to face yourself of your own guilt of what you did an why you thought it was ok, replay to yourself no was all that I could say, you made me feel broken an lost, but now your going to hold the consequences at all cost. I can fiannly stand up for myself here in court an speak truth of what happen, an as they lock you up I’ll be the one clapping. I’ll find justice for myself as this ends hope you ask for forgiveness when you talk to god on all your amends.
Copyright © Kara Mitchell | Year Posted 2023
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