the jury

The words that I write,
They come from the heart,
I speak of love,
And the tings that tear it apart.

People judge me,
They assume I'm gay,
Because I take the words,
And write them down this way.

This isn't what I do,
This isn't how I write,
But the jury got me so mad,
I can't think right.

I wish they would turn away,
And just leave me alone,
Let me walk my path,
And get to where I'm goin on my own.

As long as theres hate,
I guess i have no home,
This lonely road,
I will always roam.