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Bottled Emotions

Updated on April 30, 2012

It's pushing me to the edge.

As if I was going to leap off a bridge.

My mind is unhinged.

18 years of bs and turning the other cheek.

Taught myself to survive by being meek.

Because I knew I could be kicked out next week.

Do or say something undesired and they've had it.

No longer a threat, but turned into a habit.

Biting my tongue watching what I say.

Doing as I'm told because that's the best way.

"Please and thank you" every single day.

But my last nerve is beginning to fray.

It's killin me inside.

All I do is bide.

I said I was alright, I lied.

Trying to confide.

I've tried and tried.

Any truth I've ever told.

Doesn't matter, I'm ready to implode.

Mr. Nice Guy is almost at the edge of the road.

Game over. You've all played your cards so bold.

Now I suggest you fold.

I loved so much, but apparently not enough.

I cared so much, but it's too tough.

About to go, I'm on the verge.

When shit happens I get encouraged.

Emotions bottled down to my core.

Walking out the door, I can't take this shit anymore.

I'm done being a gentleman.

Being as polite and considerate as I can.

Do unto others as you would have them do to you.

That's what I believed I should always do.

But people are fucked up and nothing's new.

But I won't cry.

I won't try.

I don't give a fuck if you all die.

Because as all these days pass me by.

I'll no longer be your Mr. Nice Guy.

ps. TO THE READER: Don't worry Mr. Nice Guy isnt going anywhere ;) ............


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