What is it that makes someone good?
Is it helping out when they should?
Or is it more complex, something deeper?
Though in the end we all answer to the reaper
Do what you're able to help your fellow man
For we are all a part of the same clan
Take time out and aide those in despair
An act of kindness will answer their prayer
I know myself to be quite an imperfection
Because of my ways I suffer much rejection
Many will tell me that I am a good soul
But the picture they see is not the whole
All my life I've tried to do the right thing
I've seen the happiness these deeds can bring
Only I can see the darkness I've created
To a life of solitude, I am surely fated
Atone as I might, it will never be enough
As much as I polish some edges stay rough
Whenever I reach out, I serve only to annoy
Because of my sins, I don't deserve to feel joy