Residue

I wash you off of me, Like a bird flicks water through its wings. Water running down my skin taking the feels Of you with it. Even though You've not touched me. Today I feel a sticky layer of selfishness; greed trickling along. Metamorphosis. Don't stay On me --i won't allow it-- Tainted and harsh, hurting those around you How to change the blind? The hurt? So that overtime you'll never hurt another like u do now again: Selfconsious actions. Is it possible to Hope for?