Reflection

I was tired of being used 

People are just using me to be a better person 

I'm trying to be good with them 

But they never really liked me 

I'm tired of kicked out of the group 

I'm tired of being only one that knowing the truth at last 

I'm tired of fighting 

I'm tired of losing 

I'm tired of hating 

I know this is not me 

God, oh lord help me, to be the old me 

Without pressure and anxiety, 

Help me to be useful to everyone around me.