Mr. Nice

To those who'll understand...

You take yourself in, then toss it out.

You're not the only one people can not be without.


If to say sorry was glorious, or an utter reward,

Everything around you would be solved, but it doesn't fix the bad.



Only listening to your introverted thoughts inside your head.


To not listen to others is to be deaf,

And when you lose your air, you think you are proud.


Are you really proud?


You'll only be proud when you advice, for their happiness is yours to cherish, then...

You are to become Mr. Nice.


Til' we meet again, Mr. Nice.


Written in an unfortunate Saturday, mind me, for it will always spring after rain.

Happy weekend to you all.

The End

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