They say good people do bad things but it doesn't make you a bad person.
I've done bad things;many bad things,
Am I still a good person?
People think I'm good but how can you truly know?
I look deep down and ask myself;
Are you a good person?
Sometimes the answer is no,
Sometimes the answer is yes,
But you can't trust me, my head's a mess.
You.
You see the good in me and the bad,
You can tell me what i really am.
But is there truly a fine line between good and bad,
Can't I just be in the middle?
But you tell me I'm good,
I trust you so I believe you.
Wait.
You've never really said it,
Never said that I'm good,
I just assumed because if the moments we sometimes have together.
We wouldn't be friends if I was bad right?
Right?
I'm asking you.
You're looking at me with a sorry face,
As if to say I'm not a good person.
You open your mouth then shut it.
Tears line both of our eyes.
I need you tell me that I'm a good person.
I need you to tell me.
You say you're not a judge, that how can you determine what I am,
I say you're my judge, you're mine,
You walk away saying sorry
Sorry?
Sorry for what? You haven't told me what I am yet.
I curl up on the floor crying and whispering over and over to myself:
I need you to tell me,
I need you to tell me that I'm a good person,
Please tell me that I'm a good person.
YOU ARE READING
I Need You To Tell Me
Thơ caI was watching bojack horseman and the scene this quote was from kind of hit home so I decided to write a poem on it. It's kind of bad but I hope you enjoy! Please vote, comment and share!
