Legal Rape; Stockholms of Trust

We we're narcassistic supply. 
You were correct and you were wise,
but you turned to the other side
and didn't believe me when I said why.

The judge seen me for who I was
she seen me as a girl who was a white dove.
She heard the trauma and the complete disregard.
"The law doesn't work as it should" you spoke
You'd concur.

A gal was finally appointed and her report will be in this week.
I probably don't need you now.
My body has been wreaked.
My life will probably end short;
Poverty is a painful killer.
which is why I struggled to leave your door.