Good Person

Glancing over your shoulder
you watch me go about
with an upside down frown 
and white washed hands
a tear stained inner soul,
although no one may ever know 
how I came to be a person
full of desperation and pain
because I was trying my best
to be a good person,
but what defines a good person, 
is it the redness of love
a greenness of life
a purple of royalty
a blackness of the night,
and I was trying to be 
happy and free, but upon
helping others the universal 
truth was lost among me
for I can't seem to remember 
what to do anymore
or how to be a good person, 
for my heart is content in being
an upside down frown but 
my soul will never soar, 
it seems in this lifetime
in this existence
I may not be a good person,

for the sake of making 

others to be better than me. 

Author's Note

It seems just like this sometimes, but I am trying -- I promise.