Whatever

Whatever. I want to post something but I'm blaaaaaank.

I did bad things and I said sorry.
I messed up and I feel weary.
But I get up because I know
Everybody messes up and is full of sorrow.
I was drowsy and enervated.
But I know now that I'm strengthened.
Many people treat me discourteously.
But who cares because I have my faith in me.
Because everybody's just the same.
They did wrong things and do have shame.
That's the dare of you to say you're virtuous.
Let's say everybody knows that they're nefarious.
We fall, we crawl, we're sinful.
We get up, we stand, we're hopeful.