I want to be bad, and then I don't
I want to be good, and then I won't
I cry when I'm bad and scream when I'm good
It would be nice to figure myself out, if I only could
I try to be bad, but then I realize my sin
I try to be good, but I cave all over again
I get sick when I'm bad and am alone when I'm good
It would be nice to pick a side, if I only would
When I am bad I feel so sick inside
Wondering about all the people who trust me to whom I lied
When I am bad I feel so paranoid
Worrying and contemplating about getting caught, not feeling over-joyed
When I am good I feel so alone inside
Wondering why I choose the rules over friends to abide
When I am good I feel so lame
Thinking that no one else follows the rules of the game
I want to be bad, but then I'm good
Thinking of how deep to the core I'm misunderstood
I want to be good, but then I'm bad
Why did I cave to the pressure again, sometimes I get so mad
And mad I am and sad I am, and confused I am again
The uncontrollable swirling emotions in my head begin
I want to be good, I want to be bad, sometimes my head feels like lead
But most of all, what I want is to be dead
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Newer Poems
PoetryThese are my newer poems. The second one isn't finished because I can't seem to write well anymore after I wrote my final poem. I just am contemplating whether to fill in my name at the bottom or not.
