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Empire Jun 6
I was a lawful good
Boring, obsessive
Neurotic
But still good

I started leaning away
Let go of the rules
I became neutral good
I’d bend or break the order
But in the end
I’m still good

Maybe I’m even pushing
Into chaotic good
And maybe I’m okay with it
I like it
And overall
My heart is
Still good

So when you say
I’m not myself
You mean I’ve dropped the structure
Released my grip on order
And that’s what I needed
Maybe I’ll bend it a little far
Maybe create a bit of chaos
But that’s okay
I’m still me
I’m still good
Of course I’m different because of the meds
What did you expect?
I regret to inform you that your lawfully, wedded boyfriend, Robert Cohn, no longer want to be lawful, wedded, or your boyfriend. He'd much rather be ******* Brett and writing books about what she tells him behind closed doors
            Sincerely,
              Jake Barnes
In response to The Sun Also Rises
Peter Watkins Jun 2014
Have this feeling inside.
It's bright; why does it hide?
The darkness scares it away.
It's around and in me anyway.
I'm potential for such good,
yet evil still resides inside...

It's unexplainable, how I feel.
Such a perspective on things, so real.
I want to be good, a mirror of society;
but we all know the mirror's cracked
and everybody's in the act...

I can't begin to explain myself;
rapists, murderers, thieves, with wealth.
Cheaters, hackers, monsters, with health.
What's the point of playing by the rules;
when no one else is bothered to fuel,
a legitimate society...

I can't take it any more.
I'm not a moral sign post of law.
Why should I lose out;
when I follow without doubt.
I won't do what I'm told any more,
honesty doesn't seem to work any more...

I...
am...
not...
a fool...
Sorry for the long time without a write, exams have been getting the best of me. Soon enough I'll be putting more work into this site. This poem isn't autobiographical.

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