I do not think
I will ever
be good
again.

What is good
even supposed
to be?

The weight of
goodness
pulls like
the bags under my eyes.

If I question every
action against moral
rules and laws
set up by people
and churches
and friends
and politicians
and parents
how will I ever
discover the truth myself?

if we took a look
at the moral values
of every being on earth
there would be plenty
that appall each of us
but to them
living those values
is exactly goodness.

The idea of
goodness
is entirely
up to
those living the life
they think is good.

There is no one way to be good. There is no one good.