I Do Not Believe
I don’t believe I am truly breathing air
I don’t believe I’m good like a saint
I don’t believe god or whatever is fair
I don’t believe life is pretty like paint
I don’t believe I am a flare
I don’t believe my face looks faint.
I also don’t believe heroes save the day
I also don’t believe staring snakes will fall
I also don’t believe baddies ever pay
I also don’t believe i can climb the wall
I also don’t believe people have a say
I also don’t believe every towers tall.
I believe i am evil. Stop calling me good.
Copyright © Jacob Preston-Bridges | Year Posted 2019
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