Good Girl?...."No, I'm not."

 They say

"You're a good girl"

"Nice" and "Ideal"

"Pure" and "Sweet"

I want to say, 

"No, I'm not"

I'm real, cruel, and

I'm a "cheat".

Their words of praise kill me

My lips curve into a smile

My head bows down

Not out of courtesy

But to hide my shame

My burdened soul scolds me

For making them fool

I scream, silently, 

"No, I'm not"

I've hurt many, 

Made them gloomy

With my smile;

Broken their trust

Softly but mercilessly, 

Stabbed in their heart

Of tender emotions

Like a cold-blooded murder.

They say

"You're unique", 

Poor souls, don't know

"I'm a misfit",

Though tried very hard

To fit in, 

But this effort kills me

Because that makes me

 A good girl

That I'm not.

Oh! how ironical

They still praise me

They have to

Because they again think

"I'm a good girl"

Though I'm actually not.

I say it again, a good girl?

"No, I'm not."