why are you always so nice

my world sits as a layer of dust on a fragile pile of NICE

every word i care to speak
is first sifted through my, "where do i get off making someone else feel bad" filter

but i should be wondering, "where do i get off making myself feel bad?"

NICE had beaten my spirit
crippled my sarcasm
poisoned my wit
i dont know who i am
i can only be nice for so long
after it runs its course
it leaves nothing being

being NICE is going to ruin me
i cant do this anymore
but i know it will never change