"Good" has no definition,

There is no physical appearance for it.

I'm branded with a smile, but my hear frowns,

Am I as happy as you think?

My skies are always dark,

I can never find the light of the sun.

I have a personal rain cloud following me;

Lightning strikes, and the thunder booms.

My head aches, I only want escape,

But there is no light in this tunnel;

I'll only sit in the peril of restricting dark.

But who cares...this has always been my life.