I am supposed to be a good person.
But in my eyes, I am not so good.
My wife tells me,
I am even less so!
I am so vulnerable.
Sometimes, good and bad in me
get mixed up.
I pity myself.
Much that I want to keep away
from certain things,
there is a certain me inside,
which creeps up to things,
I tell myself,
I should not be doing.
But that inner me will walk up
to that pettiness,
sometimes,
when I am all alone.
I cannot decide,
how bad I am,
though, according to many,
other than my wife,
and a few others,
I am supposed to be a good person.
I dunno, really.
Good and bad are
rather very messy!
