In the end

I’ve become a dangerous feeling, realizing the damage I do, blaming the world, but my cleared eye view was somewhat blurry, they never tried to hurt me, only to help, people like me straight to Hell, truly misguided, I won’t deny it , thought I was better but still broken, chokin on my actions and my words, I’ll never learn, breaking free, just to sink lower, held in place, in this big beautiful ocean, I’m the problem, tainting this water, thought I was good, but someone’s always better, mixed emotions in this weather, whether I like it or not, if 12 people point the finger, then the appointed shall rot, it almost saddens me to know how my good turnt bad, no matter how much I give in the end I still lack, thought everyone around me was twisted and demented, while I fight my demons into sleeping, no unleashing this kind of evil and yet my good still bad, no matter how bad I just wanted to be good.