When Doing Wrong Felt Right

I've never been a mean girl. It's simply not my style. But every fault I find in him, Makes me want to smile. I giggle when he flounders, When he gets caught, in another lie It makes my day so see him falter. At first I wondered why. When normally, this disgusts me, It's sickening to my soul This may portray me as a heartless B. . . But there are a few things you should know. If he wasn't such a tool, And acknowledged his mistakes. Instead of passing off the blame Instead of being fake. If I hadn't heard the awful things, He says about us all at work. Or talked, about my slain family. If he wasn't such a jerk. If he could go 5 minutes without lying. Or trying to rope us in a con, I wouldn't find glee in his failure Deep down I know it's wrong. I may feel some remorse for smiling At all the hardships he must face. And I would never have made it my mission To put him in his place. Erica Gould 8/29/2014