Justice Poem by Shannon Atherton

My life is a living nightmare.
Of it I have no control.
All those I know are against me,
they share the same purpose and goal.
They hate me for all my crimes,
and for this they cannot be blamed.
I am guilty, and proven so
of everything they have claimed.

I pulled the trigger on their children
and therefore I pay the price.
I regret what now seems so pointless;
at the time I thought it sufficed.
I'm sorry, but now it is too late,
and I'll spend all my years behind bars.
The people outside are screaming my name -
from the safety of their cars.