I thought I was a good person. Then I realized I yelled at Gina.
I thought I was a good person. Then I went off on Paul.
I thought I was a good person. Then I sped through town and chased away an angel.
I thought I was a good person. Then “too much screen time.”
It’d be nice to get clean. How do I do that? You go all in.
I thought I was a good person. I sat staring at Mary and Joseph, then I left.
I thought I was a good person. And I believed it to be true.
Why don’t you come to your senses. Before it’s too late.
I thought I was a good person. I lied along with him. His mom caught him.
Supper’s waiting on the table. No one is there to touch it.
It turns to gore and goes away in the mist.
I thought I was a good person. But I screamed at the only ones who love me.
I thought so. But yet I’m going away.
You did it for us. No, I did it for me.
Death holds the stage.
~t
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