Your cheating on your gurlfriend.
But your doing it with me.
That makes me just as guilty.
That makes me the cheaty.

I know that it's wrong.
And I know you do too.
And I want to stop with all my heart.
But there's just something about you.

I know it makes me an ass hole.
And that's not what I want to be.
I want to be the good guy.
But now, I guess, you know the real me.

Somethings turned me evil.
But why? That's not who I am.
I'm the goody-good church gurl.
Who says yes sir and yes mam.

It's all this drama in my life.
People pointing out my flaws.
Looking at my family and judging us.
For what we did wrong.

I'm tired of being the good one.
'So! ' thats what turned me bad.
I'm tired of being happy all the time.
'So! ' thats what makes me sad.

I told you! I wish I didn't like you.
SO WHY CAN'T I JUST QUIT? ?
And move on.-
And stop being in this shit.

Why can't you stop liking me?
That's a question I need to ask.
But just looking in your eyes.
Makes my heart beat fast.

I need help, I need a gun.
I need anything but this,
I need anything but this,
I need anything but this,
I need.-


To shoot and not miss.

Michelle Pope

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-m-good-i-swear-if-only-i-weren-t-lying/