I always do wrong
I am not created to perfection
I choose to be good
But being good does no good to me
From left to right, there is a negative reaction,
Reactions that would run forever and long.
I always do wrong
Don’t think I am street smart
Because in reality I am not
Blunders are part of my norms
Feeling tormented is a thing for me
Life is not wonderful and lovely
I define it best as damned and scary.
I always do wrong
Call me blasphemous and I admit that
Hello?! I am not a church brat here
Though prayer is my habit as precious as myrrh
I do bad things and those are shits
From large to small, from bytes to bits.
I always do wrong
My logic is totally terrible
You can barely call it intelligible
I don’t reason for it ushers trouble
I don’t give answers for all of them are wrong
‘Cause no one defends that all of them are right.
I always do wrong
I don’t have talents to boot
I don’t sing, I don’t dance and I don’t speak
My writing style is like a pipe with a leak
I don’t impress people ’cause I disappoint them;
My hopes and dreams are nowhere to be seen.
I always do wrong
I don’t hold prestige, money and fame
I am not a leading man material
I am alone in a place that’s surreal,
I can’t attract a crowd of people
I am without a face, a fashion, a dimple.
I always do wrong
I don’t follow instructions
When the examiner tells me to shade it
I either encircle, underline or leave it
I don’t know how to concatenate technical connections
And I am not a problem solver, a solution decoder.
I always do wrong
I’m stupid, distraught and careless
Distrust me, it is all okay
Don’t ask for blessings, I don’t bless
I damage everything, that’s my way
Bad words and blatancy always makes my day.
I always do wrong
And I am not worthy for love
People fail to recognize my care
That they could barely give my share
They don’t miss me, so they leave me
As if I’m not part of their hierarchy.
I always do wrong
I don’t compose a love song
For my heart has hardened, even long before
Metal from veins, to arteries, to its deepest core
Grudge has closed the doors for happiness
And I am ready for a whole lot of mess.
I always do wrong
That’s why friends quickly forget me
‘Cause I don’t own a statue of values and dignity
They see me as their darkest enemy
What if tomorrow I’ll be helpless and dying?
Will they cry for me? Or stand there laughing?
I always do wrong
And they’re greedy when it comes to me
They avoid me as if I am a mishap
“A child of hell(what an ironic backslap)!”
What should I do for them to accept me?
What should I do for them to respect me?
I always do wrong
I search for a group to belong
But they let me live on my own
A hurtful event that cause me to moan
Is my best not enough to boast?
From plains to valleys, from coast to coast?
I always do wrong
My parents treat me as a blacksheep
And I’m into a family that is shattered
I am not part of the plan, a mistake- absurd
I don’t know why how negative they think
Am I that bad? Worser than worst?
Yes, I always do wrong
A sinner due to sacrilege, a cursed emblem
I live a life that is unholy yet solemn
I am shutting up my mouth for the shame I got
As I am hiding the feelings, the emotions and the spite,
As I am in total darkness, away from light!
I am wrong
And forever will be!
