I fight

For what I believe is the truth

To lose would mean to prove I have no faith in myself, so

Despite the glaring lights

In spite of what others feel

I'll stand on this battlefield

My wits as my sword and shield.

At its core, I am what they saw

But for them, I've broken the unspoken law

Of proving their instincts wrong

As if the surface is the only evidence needed

To paint a picture

Of what you want to see, nevermind the hypocrisy

Nevermind the distance between the past and present me.

Never will I

Satisfy others by cutting the corners of my heart so fits the frame and

Aligns with the majority -

It'd only hurt more.

Like cards in poker

Switching hands the moments before a murder

My passion is mistaken for arrogance

My happiness, taken as stolen gold.

So I hold my cards as close as the court of society will allow

Knowing

I can't give up what I deserve

In the face of rumours and fabricated proof

That point to my crime to

When I dared to walk into the fire

And emerge on the other side

Alive

And ready to face another trial.

I wrote this poem from the perspective of my favourite character from the game "Phoenix Wright" - Prosecutor Edgeworth. As you can see I tried to incorporate courtroom themes...and ahaha it didn't too well but let's just say this poem is dedicated to an awesome character in an awesome game.