MAP #1: I Wrote This Under The Tree

I am Innocent

I am uncomfortable from where I am sitting,
It is called a verdict chair and not a throne of a king;
My family in front and media are in the corner,
Facing all of them at the center while being interrogated by a prosecutor.

I hate this feeling of being suspected.
I want to shout and spit those who treat me convicted.
This is so wrong, but what else I could do?
No one ever believes me, my words seems untrue.

Vulnerability consumed the deepest sea,
I exploded a laughter, and with big eyes--- they look at me.
How shock they are, such an hypocrisy.
I was much flabbergasted as the judge said... I am guilty.

-Marxx Archer