Drawn to the Dark Side

A poem about being yourself, even if you recieve static for doing so.

Now I'm the bad guy
Isn't it neat?
I'm scared I might smother
With all of this heat
I took the high road
Or so I thought
That's not how it seems
They think I've been caught
It seems I burn bridges
More than I think
I try to be careful
But I quickly sink
I don't always know
Why I do what I do
But I'm just being me
Even if it offends you
I can't be anyone else
I won't let myself pretend
God made me as I am
To change would be a sin
I share my opinion
But it is only my own
It should hurt no one but me
The seeds have been sown
I will reap my own crop
I'll take what I get
I won't run away
From this bottomless pit
Should I dig myself out
Of this hole I have dug?
Or should I sit at the bottom
And keep looking smug?
Either way I'm afraid
That I am the villian
In this fairy tale
It is I who has done the killing