I had a thought, to be bad,
It changed somehow, people were mad!
Why do they care if I choose for myself a tad?
I went all good though,
For the sake of my own stand.
Being good has been exhausting,
Yet, it feels bad when people misunderstand.
That makes even the good to turn bad.
I am tired of the fake nuance,
It’s not upto us to choose our trend.
Judgements are being forced,
Based on nothing but self created amends.
We become the victim of the wrath,
Of our own conundrum of good & bad!
We always battle between these two sides of us,
Whether to be good or bad,
often becomes a circus.
What we don’t know, is that it’s not to discuss,
We do good or bad, whatever’s needed from us.
The more we control, the more it gets worse,
If we are bad, there’s also good in us,
And when we’re good, there’s no denying of bad fuss.
Both exists to balance out the world,
One can’t survive without the other,
Or else it’ll be nothing but a mess.
Not all can be good, or bad all at once,
Everyone is fighting everyday,
With both sides to dictate their living terms.