My mind says that I’m bad
And the evil in me is what makes me sad…
But hearts sits up and revolts
Says the good in me is what always jolts…
It shakes the black side
And brings down all the pride…
But what do I do with my mind
Which says the good has made me blind…
To the bad which in me rests
And shows me only in my bests…
Someone’s shoulder to cry
Can’t be found even if I try…
My eyes cry of emptiness
What use is this selflessness…
There is something I miss
Which can get me the needed bliss…
But expectations always break your heart
When others don’t play their part…
But the point that I want to confess
And put down with all emphasis and stress…
That I hate myself to betray
And let my thoughts astray…
There are millions of questions which I want to ask
But here’s one from the overflowing flask…
If I’m good why doesn’t it show
Like the angles why doesn’t my heart glow…
And if I’m not then why do you lie that way
Like the evil why doesn’t my heart fly away…