I’m scared to do anything these days.
I think I’m minding my own business and not hurting others
Then I read a poem about how bad I was to that one.
Now it’s been done so many times that I’m afraid I did something wrong to someone even though I thought it was good. And I’ll see a poem of me being bad again
Tonight I cried so hard.
I try hard to be good but being good is really bad.
I’m scared to be bad. And if I tried to be bad it will be worse than a tsunami.
I hate being bad.
Bad us good and good is bad.
How would you like to see the story or poem about you in the writer’s viewpoint every morning and it’s about what they think you done.
And you tried to do good things all the day before. But in your daily paper instead of seeing some cheerful words to brighten your day, you see that you are a bad and mean person and you deserve the crap on the bottom of the writer’s shoe.
That happens to me and when I slipped up and made a mistake of forgotting something, I cried. Scared I’d read more bad about me tomorrow.