Feeling Used


It just doesn't feel right,
knowing that they came to me
just so it gets done right.
They know me,
They know just how much I care,
that's why they come to me.
I just don't know,
maybe they're using me,
but I still do it right,
so that they are happy--
a constant reminder of
who I really am:
not the best,
but not the worst,
only wanted for my good works.
I want to be known
for much more than that.

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