Out of my Niceness

Things I hear that I know aren’t me

You say too much
I say loving
You say too available
I say patient
You say pushover
I say kind(considerate)
You say doormat
I say compassionate
You say too intense
I say caring
You say weak
I say gentle(meek)
You say follower
I say nice

Sometimes I get lonely
So I decide to be friendly

Then you call me clingy

Sometimes I get sad
So I decide to be persistent in my pursuit of happiness

Then you call me needy

Sometimes I get angry
So I decide to be pleasing(pleasant)

Then you call me aggressive

And sometimes I get dispassionate
So I decide to make connections

Then you say I have no life

I’m trying to be
what I want in a lover...
in friends...
How about you?

Reviews

[Quill]

lovely poem, i do understand how others could misinterpret ones actions

[KHpH7]

Thank you. Harder part is understanding this, accepting when you can’t change it, letting it go, and walking away.