Court Of Thoughts Poem by Phoenix Feniks

Tonight I am surrounded
by ever thought I've ever conjured.
They will judge me and perceive me
based upon their silent scoring of my mind.

I will be looked upon as a monster,
a lover,
a cruel demon,
a holy angel.

My mouth will be stitched shut,
my objections silent
just as the court's observations.
Stitched by threads of irking judgement.

Nobody speaks,
although the room is not difficult to read.
Some believe that I am shameful,
some believe that I should be worshiped.

I am not guilty nor innocent.
I am not holy nor am i evil.
I cannot be your priest,
I cannot be your sinner.

My presence
cannot be anything of yours.
Tonight no lawyer stands present by my side,
I defend my case alone.

I do not wish to understand,
I wish to be understood
by this cruel court
of my own making.