Some of You Are Not Good People

Some of you are not good people.

You may have a heart, but that heart is so closed you may as well not have one at all. Your hands are cold and hard and don't know how to hold and provide warmth. Your hunger, your urges, your needs are the only ones you feel. Your legs walk only for yourself. Your veins are filled with ice. Your brain is closed. Your eyes are clouded. You hear but don't listen. You see but have no vision. Your loins are dry. Your senses dulled. Your body is practically a shell.

Some of you are not good people.

You lie to get what you want. You cheat to have more. You do things that aren't altogether wrong but definitely aren't right either. You break the law. You bend the law. You break and bend people to your will. You're a user. You're an instigator. You tell yourself that what you do is okay "because reasons". Your life is a game of subterfuge and everyone around you is a pawn. You cover your tracks. You live in make-believe. You are afraid of facts. You keep your head in the sand.

Some of you are not good people.

You hurt the people who support you. You lash out at the people who love you. You trust the people who don't even know you. You destroy memories to help yourself sleep at night. You use books and words and oaths to justify actions. You rewrite history. You pretend. You make it up as you go along. You only want the yes men right by your side. You only want to be praised. You never ask if you were wrong. You never doubt your decisions. You brag humbly. You never apologize.

Some of you are not good people.

You have no compassion. You never think of anyone who isn't like you or close to you. You are selfish. Your needs come first. You never heard of empathy. You start fights. You start fires. You never know the other side because to you there is no other side. You have names for people. You generalize. You never admit defeat. You never take blame.

Some of you are not good people.

You crush the weak. You exploit the helpless. You destroy homes. You destroy lives. You destroy planets and civilizations. You deter peace. You make messes. You make waves. You foul the clean. You liter the earth. You burn down the forests and tear down the clouds.

Some of you are not good people.

You turn your back. You turn your allegiance. You deny your culture. You deny your forebears. You stomp out tradition. You lost your good sense. You lost your manners. You sold your soul. You break promises. You shrug your shoulders. You have forgotten everything that matters. You have lost yourself.

Some of you are not good people.

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