I feel sorry for cynical people--
They must have sad, empty lives.
They think everyone wants to take from them,
And won't let friends help when they try.
They have their own little world,
Too distrustful to let many in.
They moan and groan about everything--
Things will never be good enough for them.
When they get something new,
They feel the need to brag
And boast on every little detail,
Over and over until it's a drag.
I don't know if cynicism
Is inherited, or if people
Just become that way. They lose
Friends because of their bull.
Lord help me not to be that way
To friends who want to help.
Because when you trust no one,
You only hurt yourself.
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