I want to be a good person
But good is far from me like the sun
I know perfection is an illusion
But "you are not trying hard" is my conclusion
I speak words that I ain't proud
Maybe I should stay away from the croud
I hate being judged but I often do so
painting and tainting lies also
Oh dear heart am betraying you
Am a hypocrite and all while you knew
YOU ARE READING
MIDNIGHT MIND
Poesíawriting words that the heart utters The thoughts the minds ponders The verses the mouth is too ashamed to mutter
