I stand before my own jury,
Having committed a single crime.
Stealing a moment of happiness.
The jury has decided.
Depression glares daggers,
From its front-row seat.
Apathy gloats with a sharp smile.
Disgust puffs its chest in triumph.
Loneliness smirks and I shrink.
Anger spits at my feet.
Guilt stares me down;
Till I collapse.
Disappointment shakes the room,
With each laugh.
Frustration's booming laughs join in.
Anxiety and Fear high-five like old pals.
I'm barely breathing.
Shame kicks its feet up in victory.
And Embarrassment soaks everything in.
Everything in me dies.
My verdict.
Guilty.
My sentence.
Life.
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