Being too nice

Being too nice

A Poem by RoyRogers

Is it possible to care about a person too much
Thinking that they are heaven and earth and something beyond this world
Is it possible to care too about a person, that you view them as perfect
Is it possible to love people so much that you eventually just push them away
Does being too nice, or too caring eventually kill friendships and relationships
Is this just how the world is, another mistake that you must do in moderation
How do you know when you care too much about people?
Does caring this much make you wrong somehow?
Does caring make you bad
Does caring make you horrible
All the times you ever had, since you care about everyone
You wanted to make everyone smile and keep them safe
Yet in the end, you still end a disgrace
You try to keep everyone but eventually everyone leaves
No one ever wants to stay but you care about everyone more than they care about you
Your story ends in tragedy and you will always be left in the cold
People look you in the eyes and they dont see what is going on inside
People think you feel nothing at all and so you must not really matter
Even when another person walks out the door you are dying inside
Behind the masks you hide
You are a Master, you are a Persona, you are a King
Behind every fantasy and escape is someone incredibly alone
Who will always be broken and will always be alone since everyone leaves him all alone
So he fantasizes and he dreams of grander when in reality he is just sad and alone
Sitting on his alone, putting on a smile telling himself he is great
Even though the reality he knows hes just a big discrace
Shatter the image and nothing is underneath but someone who deals with pain through fantasy
That is the only thing that keeps them so calm and sane
You can not hurt them, they are disconnected, no matter the wieght they still have kind words
You can take everything, and they will be dying but they try so hard to continue on
The world hates them, deep down they know it, but they deny it some more and puts on a show
I know im great now, this is my fantasy, these are personas, and this is my mask
Break down the person, deep down their lonely, Left to draw in some books since mom and dad were too busy
Out in the world, no one wanted to hear them, the children on the playground never wanted to play
So he escapes now, in his personas, deep down always wishing that he was never alone
too kind to everyone, but does it matter?
If your kindness really the thing chasing everyone away?
Eventually you accept no one cares about you but you have ways of having fun outside of this world
In the never ending fantasy which is your mind

© 2015 RoyRogers


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Yes. There's something as being too nice.

I sit here in tears,..because what I've just read is something I've been feeling lately. Well, actually for months now. About 6.

Everything, everything you said is too painfully true.

Because society just doesn't like nice people, so the nice people are targeted. No one cares. And they all wind up leaving.

Believe me. ..they do.

Painful, but beautiful write. I...thank you.

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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Yes. There's something as being too nice.

I sit here in tears,..because what I've just read is something I've been feeling lately. Well, actually for months now. About 6.

Everything, everything you said is too painfully true.

Because society just doesn't like nice people, so the nice people are targeted. No one cares. And they all wind up leaving.

Believe me. ..they do.

Painful, but beautiful write. I...thank you.

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Added on September 19, 2015
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