"Good and Nice"

She’s an everyday girl

You might see her but never instantly notice her

She’s good, nice even, but then that’s all she is: good and nice.

You don’t really know her

No one really knows her at all

Maybe not even her own self

She never truly speaks her mind nor bares her soul

She’s just… there

A ghost with flesh

Dead but breathing

A puzzle or a conundrum who doesn’t want to be solved

A wallflower whose presence depends on the kindness of the social butterflies

But sometimes even if she abhors them

She can’t do or say anything

Because she’s too good and nice

And it mean that she can’t be mean nor rude

Just good and nice

Because that’s all she is:

Good and Nice