Just a little piece of poetry I wrote when I was po'ed. Forgive me if it's a tad too angsty, but it seemed right at the time.

The Good Girl

I want to scream

I want to hurt

Rip, tear, stab, punch

But I do nothing because I'm a good girl.

I go through life

Smiling, laughing, hugging, pleasing

I'm a fake

But at least I'm a good girl.

I try to tell

I try to cry

But they look away

Laughing, smiling, never seeing

They don't see through my disguise,

They think I'm a good girl.

I cannot scream

I feel like a lie

Tell them, tell them,

My conscience cries

Tell them the truth

That you're not really a good girl.