I’m not as strong as I seem
Or as morally clean.
I’m quick to anger
And barely stay true to my faith.
I speak the language of the hypocrite,
Blurting out advice left and right.
And when I write this in sadness
All I can think of,
Is being with you.
Will I ever be good enough?
Am I simply a fatalist?
Woe is my soul for these black thoughts I carry.
Or as morally clean.
I’m quick to anger
And barely stay true to my faith.
I speak the language of the hypocrite,
Blurting out advice left and right.
And when I write this in sadness
All I can think of,
Is being with you.
Will I ever be good enough?
Am I simply a fatalist?
Woe is my soul for these black thoughts I carry.
gisoul
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