Good For Nothing

Being proud of yourself isn’t enough, When your loved ones don’t think so. Thinking you’re tough and strong, Yet you can’t handle the pain you know. Every time life starts getting rough, You bury yourself deep and low. I try to do things right each time, But feel handcuffed by winds that blow. It’s freezing out here, and I’ve nowhere to go, The cold wind steals the warmth I hold. And once it’s over, I’m back again— Good for nothing, with nothing to show.