The Weight of Being ‘The Good One’

They called you mature because you didn’t cry.
They called you smart because you didn’t fight.
They called you “the good one” because you made yourself small.

You obeyed.
You sacrificed.
You didn’t ask for help.

And in return, you were praised.
For disappearing.

But being “the good one” costs something.
It costs your voice.
It costs your rage.
It costs your truth.

What if being good was never the goal?
What if being whole is?

You are allowed to rewrite your role.
To be messy.
To be real.
To be enough, even when you are not easy to love.