She was sweet
Quiet, and nice
And then, you broke her
She lent her hand
To help you, and
Your anger choked her
With pure intent
No harm she meant
But you accused her
She sacrificed
Years, days, and nights
But you abused her
It was your pride
That formed the weapons
That would wound her
With no defense
Scars, now, intense
Seem to consume her
She wondered long
What she'd done wrong;
Where right and truth went
Fighting each day to underplay
Your deep resentment
No good deed goes unpunished
It seems the more she tried
The worse the pain
No good deed goes unpunished
What made her listen to her heart again?
You didn't mind telling great lies
Making her look bad
Then acting like you didn't know
Why she was so sad
And now, she’s cool
Works to the rule
And you can’t reach her
There’s nothing more
In your mind’s store
That you can teach her
Except perhaps:
“Not everyone accepts your kindness;
The more one hurts, the more one hurts--
And they could care less.”
You’ve bruised her soul
Say you don’t know
Why she is silent
You’ve torn her down
And made her question her commitment
You beg her now
To talk to you
But there is no trust
What’s there to share?
You stomped her heart
And now it’s mere dust
You’ve shut her down
Told her “Shut up!
You’re just a woman!”
You made her feel like a black sheep
Like an intruder
Not one whose extended hand was never purer
Not a mother
Not a sister
Not a daughter
Not a sister
Not a daughter
Just someone you felt quite comfortable to slaughter
But deep inside her soul
She knows you truly need help
She knows you’ve burned the bridge that leads
To everyone else
And so, she stays
But now she’s guarded
And rightly so
You could have known the joy she bears
But now her door's closed.
No good deed goes unpunished
It seems the more she tried
The worse the pain
No good deed goes unpunished
What made her listen to her heart again?
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