If I believed in karma,
I might feel calmer.
But I grab a drink,
To help me think.
Good actions backfire,
Even if some admire.
For others are mad,
Making me feel sad.
It wasn\'t with intention,
That I\'m now in detention.
I done a good deed,
Now I\'m left to plead.
I Set out to succour,
Now I need more.
I thought I was doing right,
I\'m clearly not bright.
For one silly mistake,
Is making me break.
Karma can not be real,
Or this pain I would not feel.