It seems whatever I do
I end up annoying everyone,
Despite helping them out
However and whenever I can,
It seems I always end up the bad man
Working each day and paying rent,
Putting food upon the table
But I am still one hundred percent,
The target for your hate each day
No matter what it is I do and say,
I see the nasty games you choose to play
Painting me as the one out of line,
While disrespecting me time after time
And yet I am meant to take it and not mind.
fauxcroft 
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