Story of My Life

There is a pattern in my life. It's not one you'd like to have. It's passed down from generation, I got it from my dad. Everything I say, also goes for him, except of course from him more severe. His are more serious situations, but mine are not mere. No matter what I do, Im looked at as the bad guy. I could save a life, but looked at as if I told a lie. I could give to the poor, but looked like I stole instead. This is the story of my life, now you know what I meant. Why would people do this? I don't have a clue. I clearly try my best to do good, but seen by other people as if I have the flu. I am only doing good. Yet you see me as evil. It makes me feel terrible, as low as a beetle. So I ask of you, please, see the good in what I do. Don't the see the bad. Tell me why thinks this. WHO? No matter the good I do, In the end I get screwed. If I help a friend, or give someone homeless food.