A strong moral compass

Sometimes I think there
Are bad things in me.
Things I would do
But for the fear
Of being caught.
I think in my life,
Especially,
Given my birth,
My formative years,
And my illness
I could be a very bad person.
I am intelligent.
I am careful.
I might get away
With things
That would spin
Any moral compass awry.
I could kill
For the simple pleasure
Of watching another life
Extinguish.
I could kill
With certaintude
With simultude.
With indiscretion.
I could live
On the periphery
And never look
To the center.
And my own moral compass,
Though strong now,
Is weakened each day.