Good Person

People frighten me.

I don’t mean criminals.

A criminal will let you know right away not to trust them. If not by honest words, then by truthful action.

But people, however… meaning the average person out there who self-proclaims to be a “good person”.

The same people that claim to not understand why things don’t go well for them

as they con another twenty bucks from a friend instead of applying for a job.

The same people who blame everyone else around them for whatever negative might be in their life

instead of actively moving forward to better themselves.

The same people whining with a thousand stories of fate moving against them

instead of owning up to the mistakes they made when they got caught speeding without insurance in an un-tabbed vehicle.

The same people who donate large amounts of money to a charity,

then demand public tax receipts so they can absorb the accolades for their kindness as they fill out paperwork to silently get their money back.

The same people who scream love and peace and prosperity for all

as they close the door on their gay family member for choosing love over lies.

The same people who go on camera and shed their crocodile tears for the homeless and claim their empathy is real and “we should all fight for the cause!”,

but wrinkle their noses at the idea of stepping into that dirty, smelly shelter to help serve Christmas dinner.

You see, it’s not a street criminal I fear.

I have nothing to fear from a person who owns their identity and speaks their truth whether I agree with it or not.

What I fear are the ones that look you in the eye and say “I love you”

but you can see the darkness behind their iris and it speaks volumes about the harm that they can unconsciously cause your soul.

Within their voice you can hear the sound of evil personified as they say

“You can trust me. I’m a good person.”