I am not a bad person,
Who decides a bad person?
I don’t care what you think ordinarily,
But you think me a bad person,
And I care if you think that.
Our egos are balloons that float above our heads,
And we drag our baggage,
those canisters of helium,
behind us.
I made a small action,
Which makes me feel a villain,
My balloon deflates, falls,
I am a bad person.
I identify as a good person,
I need that validation.
“At my core I was always rotten”
A few days pass,
I find some more helium,
My balloon floats again.
“At my core I was always clean”
I say,
To hell with the balloon,
Let it fall, let it float,
Let it go.
Hell with the balloon,
But
it’ll always be there until my dying day.
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