A Good Person

I used to think I’m a good person;
'Yes, I’m a good person’,
I would say if anyone asked,
'I’m a good person!’,
I would pronounce without hesitation.
But one day
I saw my friend,
Who I believed to be good,
And I saw my parents,
Who I knew to be good,
And I heard the words
Come out of their mouths;
Words that I recognised to be bad.
And then I saw their faces,
Not realising why I cringed,
And that’s when I realised–
I may be a good person,
But now,
I needed to focus
On being a better person,
And being better every day.

Anonymously yours,

Blue Dino

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