I guess it really doesn't feel good to be good.  I didn't know it took so much just to ask “How are you?” Each day I ask, I feel like I'm slowly fading away. But is that truly my fate, To end up drained and decayed, To be forgotten at the end of each day? I guess we'll just have to see. The silence is already deafening. Am I really just going to be forgotten, even after what I gave? Am I really going to be a secret taken to their graves? That is not a fate I'd wish on anyone, not even myself. But I guess my fate will be revealed, in due time Maybe it isn't too late, maybe there's time for this to change But maybe that's just my fate. Is kindness something many admire? Is it something they truly desire? Many of them just admire how easily I care, but do they wish that for themselves? Do they wish they could care the way I do, or is it all just  a pretty lie? Am I the one that's too naive, do they see something I can't see? Is it truly not good to be good? They say kindness is a warm hug, a ray of sunshine, even a helping hand. But how long does it take, until that hug isn't so warm? How long does it take, before that ray of sunshine has darkened? How long before that helping hand needs a hand? Remember even therapists need therapy. Even the sun needs a break after shining each day. The effects of kindness truly are amazing, like a pebble thrown in a pond. The pebble might be small, but it has a big impact on the water. Even a little kindness can reach hearts. Just like the pebble, your kindness can have a big impact. At the end of the day, that kindness isn't forgotten. Even if I am forgotten, what I gave will be remembered. So maybe it is good to be good.