I Always Do Wrong

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!