Sometimes

Sometimes
I feel good entertaining my wicked sense of humor,
Sometimes
I feel bad sacrificing my gain for the benefit of another.

Sometimes
it feels good doing the worst things,
Sometimes
it makes you feel bitter when you give.

Sometimes
it is more confusing with the facts than with lies,
Sometimes
it is more comfortable to believe illusions than reality.

Sometimes
I am betrayed by being honest,
Sometimes
I am honest by lying to the victim.

Sometimes
Even I doubt if my heart is really good or evil,
Yet I know that both dwells within my struggling soul

- GS