“you’re too nice!” they say

when i speak my pretty words

or purge my filthy mouth

of the venom that remains unheard

“you’re too nice!” they say

when i explain why i don’t hate her

but the truth i’ll never reveal

my sins remain greater

“i don’t feel nice,” i say

when i know what i’ve done

it’s not just the big incidents either

but every little one

“your guilt makes you nice!”

i’ve heard it all before

and maybe i’m sweeter than most people

but too much i’ve had to endure

for my silence is deadly

my boundaries i do grieve

of course, feel free to touch me

whenever you so please

you think i’m ‘nice’ because i’m weak

a pushover you can treat however

but some common sense would be lovely

will your hands be on me forever?

everyone will hate you

so listen to what they say

nod your head and agree

when they ask if you can pay

“you’re too nice!” they say

i’m beginning to hate that phrase

but they like me because i’m not a person

just a radio for praise

“you’re too nice!” they say

now i understand why they use ‘too’

if i had been meaner from the start

the heartbreaks would be few

but my goodness, i am done

i can’t live like this much longer

it’s a shame the world is like this

but it’s time to be a little stronger

i hate that it’s come to this

and i guess i’ll pay the price

but i’m growing a backbone now because

i am done being nice.