I'm Suppose To Feel Safe.....

You're providing a driver, and an armed escort to the courthouse. And I'm suppose to feel safe. It'd be a good idea for me to get trained with a gun you say. And I'm suppose to feel safe. You're keeping an eye on us and my dad's psycho family 'just in case.' And yet I'm suppose to feel safe.1

You *think* he's not a threat to society you claim-yet you want him on restriction for the time being, and put in jail with strong security for a minimum of five years. You're *almost positive* his family won't try to hurt me-but you call to check up anyway. All you want to do is help me you say, and yet you're prolonging the agony. 2

The 'victim's advocate' blantantly lied to me. She looked me in the eye and told me a flat-out lie, because it 'benefitted society,' though it pissed me off, and screwed me over, that was no concern of hers-but I'm suppose to trust her, and other people like her. I did what I had to do-I talked to the cops, the detective, the counselor, and I testified to the jury and the district attorney. My part was suppose to be done. I trusted that it would be. One year later and it still isn't.3

Everyone's spending all their time lying to each other and not listening to anyone. Things just keep getting post-poned, and no one is bothering to inform me of anything. They provide things and suggest things, then expect me to feel safe. I suppose having an armed escort is suppose to be real comforting. Thanks for the extra nightmares, guys.4

You all say you understand, and you're trying. You say you're here for me, you want to help, you're on my side. You're all great liars. You don't understand one bit, and you're trying as little as possible. You're not really there for me, you're too busy arguing. You're on my side when it benefits you. But I'm suppose to trust all of you. And I'm suppose to feel safe.5