The Sinner

Outside looking in on the goodness I lack.
I’m looking in on you.
The chance I'll burn for my heart of black,
has yet to turn it blue.

Your smile burns holes into my pride,

brands truth on all my lies.
I force confidence back into my stride,

and hold your honest eyes.

Our worlds pass. I can’t turn around.

My last chance slips away.
I allow a tear, but don’t dare make a sound,
lest you ask me to stay.

This kind of crooked can’t be corrected,

You just can’t right this wrong.

And better that I be what you had suspected

than to act like I belong.

Still self-righteous, shameless, outspoken,
dishonest, and depraved.
Still beaten, bruised, and damned beyond broken.
Still waiting to be saved.