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.