I am good.
I am so good that I suffocate everything
Which is not like me.
I cut down, I malign, I find blemish
In anything unlike me.
I am so full of myself
That my goodness becomes noxious,
And poisons everything around.
In its intolerance of difference,
My goodness makes me judgmental
Of other lives, other mores, other hearts.
I am sure that the God that I pray to,
The only God which matters by the way,
Will cut off the head of all unlike me.
All who denounced me, who walked away from me,
Will suffer at my God’s hands.
Preening like a pompous peacock
I reign in my small world
Of suffocating goodness inside
The house called Self Righteousness.
I am blind to the laughter of others
Who can see through the pretentious
Curtains of my hideout.
I am blind to the tears of those
Whom I had maligned, suffocated, crushed
In my fight for control and self righteous superiority.
I am bad.
I am proud that I am bad.
I believe that greed, lust, selfishness
Rule the world.
I do not care about any one except myself.
I love no one, no one loves me, in truth.
I do not even love myself, I laugh at love.
I am bad, you see.
I will cut off the hands that stretch to help me
Once I reach my destination.
I hate those who cling to me.
I despise intimacy and affection.
I am proud that I am bad.Repeat.
The only truth is I get bored easily
I hate consistency, I hate sameness
I am truly attracted to what I cannot get
Because, I am bad inside.
I live in a house,
Perfumed by my selfishness
It is a house in the island of mediocrity
Surrounded by the waters
Of a thousand silent tears
From those I had crushed in my sojourn.
I am bad. I am proud of it.
Thus, good and bad dwell together
Within every human being.
Twin souls, mirror images
They are so similar that,
They cry themselves hoarse denying it
All the while.