How nice became a name i didn’t want…
I hear I’m too nice.
I hear I’m too nice like a stove being lit; clicking flames into place; I end up burned.
I hear I’m too nice like a scarlet letter sewn into my skin, unmovable, a brutish brand for the masses, so when I’m treated badly, it’s still my fault.
I hear I’m too nice like an insult, a curse, a punishment. How dare you?
I hear I’m too nice and I wonder if I’m too nice because I know what it means to not be treated nicely.