Goodness is a curse

If only i had, not even one bad habit, I could have claimed my life as legit; As i mention, keep its track, In no way is it a personal attack. Hurt me once, twice or thrice, I will not transform into an ice; I would rather offer you forgiveness, Even after, you repeatedly create a mess. I will love you more than you deserve,  Blissfully adoring your facial curve; When you hurt me, tears well up in my eyes, Then i feel like, it was a useless sacrifice. There is this one thing, i just can't do, The act of pretending and ignoring too; Initially i might dislike you for hurting me, Disturbed by your act, i shall never be. Everytime, being nice to others, Is when goodness feels like a curse; You will be taken for granted, That is when, quite a few people are enchanted.