If you hit me there must be a reason,
Something I said or something I did,
That made you so angry, you had to burst.
But I tried to be nice and I tried to help,
And I try to be free and express myself,
Because I'm not stupid and I'm not an oaf.
But I still don't understand why I'm the prey you chose.
My mistakes are puny,
The others do worse.
And I always make up for more than I've lost,
And I always listen when nobody hears,
And I always help when everybody runs,
And I'm always there whenever you need,
Even to be a loving punching ball.
Because no matter how hard you hit,
No matter how often,
I can't stop thinking
What a good person you are.
So if you hit me
There must be a reason,
Something I did,
Or something I said