I walk away from her, guilt on my hands, absolving myself: I'm a good person....

I walk away from her, guilt on my hands, absolving myself: I'm a good person. She could have been dying. No one else stopped.
I'm a fool, to confuse this with goodness. I am not good.
I know too much to be good. I know myself.
I know myself to be vengeful, greedy, secretive and sly