A change of few letters draws a giant dilemma.

How a small twist of a meaning has confused how you treat me?

Is it me short in reasoning to comprehend your core mission?

I believed you would help me, though you acted as my true enemy.

I put all of my trust in you, but that wasn't enough for you.

Being lost in your rule-sets — straight path to the missteps I made.

Am I being mistaken? Paranoid? Maybe just seeing things?

But have you used my misfortunes as a gun to destroy me?

I refuse to believe it, but your lawyers look serious enough.

Will you act with a good will? Perhaps re-align with your true self?

Though I shouldn't be naive so if the bill from your legal team

could make a good stand-up show of my annual income.

But your contradictory nature floods me with emotional chaos —

your own caring people now overwhelmed me with empathy.

Nevertheless, from the beginning you behaved quite differently —

you reminded me of a mogul from a cynical corporate business.

While all the way through, you had a capacity to be good

by simply empowering folks from your own staff and beyond.

I wish I had met them while at deepest points of my meltdowns.

But instead, I got treatment of your therapeutic denials.

Perhaps an apologeth for those therapies the rough-way?

Have you, by any chance, considered to treat me with an electric shock?

Overdose of the current — one less problem to deal with.

Unless, you preferred me to find my own bridge to jump from?

No public attention — just a statistical record.

No clue why he did it, in fact, it's his own fault —

from the very beginning he was doing it all wrong.

Meanwhile, I'm assessing how good are your lawyers.

Couldn't afford one, so I had to start my own law firm.

A change of few letters, a sharp twist of the meaning.

Can punks from my legal team twist my case like a vinyl disc?

I'II rhyme my best prayers to get my ass saved by those skunks.

They will remix all my melodies — they are my judicial DJs.