I used to be nice,
then I realized
that life doesn't give back.
It takes.
Your time,
your dreams,
your ambitions,
memories.
And shatters them,
destroys.
So now, I'm mean,
cold hearted
but in a way free.
I'm so empty
that I can't feel a thing.
I can't feel pain,
and I'm not hurt.
I can't feel happiness,
or anything.
You can't change this,
it will eat you up.
Make you disappear,
no one will notice.
Not even me
because I can't feel.
I'm just mean.
...but I used to be nice.
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