is there such a thing as a “good person” anyway?

Maybe I am a terrible person
Maybe I have spent so long
avoiding my problems
that I failed to realise
that I am the problem
and now I have too many problems
to overcome.
I never thought I was selfish
but truthfully
I didn’t care enough
to recognise
how selfish I was being.
I have hurt so many people
through caring about my own interests
and completely disregarding theirs.
I know I have so much I need to explain
but I cannot find the motivation
to work out the words needed.
Maybe what I’ve heard is right,
maybe I am a bad person,
maybe I would be better off alone.
Maybe it’s because I learned
that love came with broken bones
and I never allowed anyone
to teach me any different
so how can I love like you want?
Maybe I am just making excuses.
Maybe I could try a little harder.
Maybe I don’t want to.

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