Kill Mr. Nice Guy (Poem)

I am calling it off.

Countless people have walked over me.

Regardless if there was an intent at all.

Shaking my mentality, throughout my life.

And the memories are running through the night, in anxiety.

Back and forth, through the mind, behind a cup of coffee.

And the conclusion that I have reached

Is to kill "Mr. Nice Guy"!

There are people like that.

Every single one got their own hard knocks.

And still they're afraid to alter themselves,

From the delicate to the cowardly.

But the education I have received

Tried to make me both.

And this is why I suffered so much,

By the random world.

And the deduction in which I've reached is,

To hell with being so pure-hearted! I want to die a sage actualized, Where the silence rules for the most part; Because I am traumatized, As if prayer can do any remedy. Hence I'm writing and I'm writing and I'm writing, For the world. In hope that my existence shall be of further worth As long as possible. That's although my experience thus far in life, Tells me "Live and die alone".