I Was a Good Girl

She said I was a good girl,

I played by the rules.

I listened to orders,

And I did well in school.


I was always the good girl,

Quiet and polite.

Never saying a word,

For fear of a fight.


But now I'm not a good girl,

Since I closed my eyes.

Broke one little rule,

Being good was a lie.


He said I still think you're a good girl,

Good girls can be in pain, too.

They can be imperfect,

And good still be in you.


You're still a good girl,

He said you just lost your way.

And in a good world,

Things can always change. 


This poem is about: 
Our world


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