The Cell

They threw the book at me and they threw away the key,
They said I disgusted them and I should never be let out,
But none of them know anything about me,
They don't know that it wasn't my fault.

The long walk to my cell was filled with insults,
Yells, coming from the other cells,
The images cut across my mind,
To add to the haunting situation.

I didn't do it,
I tod the judge,
Everybody says that,
He replied.

But I didn't do it.