Not Bad

[Not Alone]

You're not bad.
   I've heard those words before.
   Usually my shame kept me from seeing his face.
   This time, I saw the emotion in his face,
   Heard the tenderness and conviction in his voice.
You're not bad.
   In desperation my eyes reached across the physical distance between us,
   A drowning soul reaching for something to hold onto.
You're not bad.
   A cry escaped my lips, emanating from deep within my soul.
You haven't been bad.
You haven't been bad.
   The words repeat themselves over and over in my mind,
   Breaching a layer of self-condemning conviction.
You're not bad.
Not bad.
Not bad. . .

[Armee]

Beautiful.

[Kizzie]

That's the voice we each need to hear.