Confusement And The Liberty Of Feeling So

I'm tired of being so nice. Why should I be nice? Is there any such thing as being too nice? I just sit around being nice. Go ahead and take advantage. I'm so sweet and innocent, sugar is drippin' off my nose.

...and the hallow eye sockets stare blankly into my eyes...

Sometimes I might burst our with anger and hatered. Being nice all the time does that, you keep all your opinions and objections and refusals that you would ordinarily let out. They are kept inside. They are kept inside until it just burns, and so much gathers up.

...I dared it. I beg it to tell my future with its rotting lips that would shape rotting words...

What goes on in my mind when someone asks me to do something? I think that if I don't do it then

...it'd scream into my ear like the silent night...

I'd be thunk of lesser, like a lazy and or inconsiderate person.

..."Listen to me, look at me" my body trembles as my eyes fall upon the greenish flesh and teh opuling crown of its head...

All I want to do is make people happy, that's all-

...I break in a sweat as I am forced to smell its rancid aura. "What you see now is what you will be..."

Maybe I should stop.

...and my heart freezes upon realization of what I am looking at...

Just stop.

...a mirror...