One Late Night At 6 AM

Am I evil?
Is that why I cannot sleep?
Or is it because of the pain and despair,
Trapped and I can’t weep.
I tell myself I’m right
Coz in the mirror,
I can meet myself in the eyes.
Or maybe I’ve become so delusional
That I’m believing my own lies.
But I ask you -
Is it so selfish to look out for yourself,
When you’ve done all the good,
And the Gods have been of no help.
Do good and good you’ll receive, they said,
And blindly, I followed their way,
There’ll be trouble along the path, they said,
But everyone will have their day.
I waited for my day to come,
But the fate skipped my turn.
Now, I’m taking my fate on my own hands,
Let the world burn.
I took a shot at being good,
It was never meant for me.
If evil gets me what I want,
Then it’s evil I shall be.