There are times I try to be a good person. I really try. But what if everything is closing up on you. What if you are given chances, and you do what you might consider right, then it just…
I try. I really try.
I think about others before I say or do something.
But sometimes I don’t get it.
What drives people to do the things they do? Because they can, and because there is nothing you can do about it?
Why I am so helpless? I must sit back and watch certain parts of my world go to shit?
Why can’t I control it?
Why can’t I forsee it?
I try to be good, dear world, but sometimes my good just isn’t good enough.
And for that I am sorry,
but guess what?
you can’t change me and my past so do me a favor and get the fuck over it.