Who is a Good Person?

How would you define me?

I love her, encourage her, play with her

Motivate her, and tell her that she could be anything she want in life

and then I look at her with concupiscent eyes.

I do good, I build people positively

People see me and they say, “you are good!”

But my heart is stained with virile feelings.

They say “what you think is who you are,”

I fear who they say I am is not as I thinketh

And for a long time, the image they depict of me

Conflicts with what inflicts my mind.

People think they know me,

But I ask myself, ‘am I a pretender or just struggling within, and trying to define me?”

Am I trying to define the me they see or the me I know?

Or the me I think, or the me I feel?

Or the me I struggle with, or the me I want to be?

Or the me I don’t even know?

Today I washed my dirty body with soap, water and fragrances

But I couldn’t wash away my guilt, my hurt, my shame, my pains and my fears

They stuck unto me like glue

And pierces my heart every minute, reminding me of how much I have drown in my filthiness!

Insinuating that I cannot come out of the weary-dreary-droopy-blood-sucking pit!

I turned my face to God but he was too holy to behold my face

So, I washed my face with remorsefulness and solemnity in all sincerity!

And ran back to him,

Then he turned my scarlet and crimson to white as snow and wool!...….