I Watch Bojack Horseman and Cry

"Not understanding that you’re a horrible person, doesn’t make you less of a horrible person.”

So much of us is lost to the bad,

and maybe that is why bugs bite us.

Maybe math can’t derive the root of darkness, either.

No one would be washed up

if they wanted to.

No one would shatter glass

or ruin a rock-opera on purpose.

Right?

What even is forgiveness.

Is it looming over old selves

like bad moons, or helium balloons,

crossing our fingers in the hopes that

soon we will crack our corrupt cocoons?

There are places for people like us,

but we can’t all fit on a spaceship.

Besides, which one of us

would be the shepherd?

We fuck up, but the people

still love us. And they won’t stop.

And it tears us apart.

Because what can we do

but say thank you.

What can we do

but promise to try harder

the next day, even though we know

we will act the same.