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Witts End

I try not to complain or to have the poor me's.
But lately the stress in my has me down on my knees.
I try my best to be a truly good guy.
Yet I get used and abused and I don't know why.

I would not trade how I was raised for anythjng on earth.
My mother taught me to be kind and gentle since the day of my birth.
She taught to be strong and to have unconditional love.
She said that it made me unique like the stars up above.

But this kind man I've become has made me the target of many.
And if I tried counting my blessings there would hardly be any.
These people take my kindness for weakness and they try me each day.
If they see a chance to use me trust me they'll find a way.

So being this good guy seems to come at a price.
But I try so not to let it change me because I like being nice.
Most would not even believe the things that I've been put through.
Which does not seem fair with all the good that I do.

I don't claim to be perfect because that I am not.
I do very little bad but I do good a lot.
But there has been a shift in how mean people are.
Am I'm afraid they might change me by turning me hard.

All I know is that I am a truly good person  that does not deserve all this pain.
And just getting up to live each day should not be a strain.
These people are making me dread each and every day.
I'm at my witts end and I guess there's no more to say.

Copyright © John Berryhill | Year Posted 2022

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