Blessed Are Dynamic

I've figured you out, a heart of thieves.
Indiscriminate and wild, one who never believes.
Life is fun, life is a joke.
You take all you can and blame transgressions in times I know you've not spoke.
Quiet, and hateful, you feel your silence conceals,
something so dark and so shameful that you will not reveal.
Sadly, it's true, and everyone knows.
They see and they feel, all your sadness, your woes.
Inside, you have died; and for that I'll forgive.
But for refusing to change, I feel you no longer should live.