Nice (OVERRATED)

A wise man once told me it’s not what you do but how you do it; more importantly how you handle what it is that you have done
That’s what makes a person.
That’s what defines character
How you recover from struggle
Whether you let the bad things that happen to you define you as a person
Does it harden you ? Or do you remain soft, caring and loving ?
It’s all up to you
Only you can decide which path you will choose
No one else
It’s a choice, it’s always been nothing more than a choice
Yet I constantly choose wrong
I choose to be hard opposed to being soft
Nice people always finish last
They say it pays to be a good person
But what they don’t tell you is that nice people
are often the ones that get hurt the most
The people that endure the most abuse
and still have to go on as if nothing is wrong.
As if the world didn’t chew them up and spit them out as if it’s easy to be nice.

They say it pays to be a good person; speaking from a “nice” person
Nah, ill pass
I was a good person once
Before all the hurt, before all the pain
Before all that life through at me made me go insane
The endless late nights without sleep
Staying up thinking why me ?
That hardened me
But no one likes to talk about that
Everyone likes to disregard the bad and only show the good
Because at the end of the day
The only thing that matters is what you do
What you make out of all that bad
But not all people can make it too that.
Like always we don’t talk about it.
So lets pretend like life is all rosy and new
Perhaps if we pretend long enough
It’ll become true
then again, maybe it won’t
But who’s to say that it can’t start with you.