Saint?

Sometimes, I imagine the worst thing 

happening to her.

Seeking for help, she'll come to me.

I'll help her, I'll be her hero.

I'll be e good guy, who always

was there to help.

But am I really the good guy?

Or am I the degenerate evil,

Who can't stand to see her happy with others,

Who wishes her to fail,

wishes her to fall,

wishes her to tremble,

wishes her to cry,

Only for me to wipe those tears.

What a hypocrite I am,

Wiping the same tears I wished for.

I am no saint.

Not even a good guy.

I am the vile creature,

Who wishes harm upon his loved ones.

Reviews

[Obsidian]

Brilliant honesty here. I appreciate the dichotomy of being savior versus being evil. Well written.

[DsheiZ]

Thanks man.