stare at the critical judges
Evaluating my every move
Debating on whether my life gets a passing grade
Debating whether I get a reward or a punishment

I know what they think of me
Even when they hide it

The judge doesn’t believe that I can see through them
To their thoughts

The attorneys come forward with evidence against me.
They have proof that I’m a failure
They have proof that I’m disappointment

Why do they bother they have my statement
They know I know
I pleaded guilty
I know I’m not perfect
I know I make others feel like failures

Like others have done to me
I know so end this trial already and just give me my sentence

I’m tired of the stress of the waiting hand it over
Let me deal with it already.