In the dark, grim days when I aimed to please,
Hoping to mend hearts with every gentle tease.
If someone showed disdain, I'd ponder and sway,
What could I do to make their frowns go away?

But deep in my heart, a truth slowly grew,
Some souls are sour, no matter what you do.
No amount of kindness or sweet words could mend,
A heart that's set on disdain until the very end.

So I stopped the endless dance of trying to please,
Realizing it was futile, brought me to ease. ...