RIP, good deeds

I am unhappy. 

I feel discontent with who I have become, 

and what all I see. 

Surrounded by random people,

but they all turn sanctimonious 

when they learn about my malevolence. 

They tell me they love me, 

but do they know me?

How can they love me when I don't even know me. 

I look in the mirror, 

and see 50 shades of myself. 

Which one am I?

I let the mirror engulf. 

The limelight is on my wrong deeds,

they outshine the exemplary.

After all the pressure,

all the good is lost in a flurry. 

-Nalini