Tread Soft

Truthful screams. I wish I could release them. My dear friend Eva, who I envy more than she knows, always says what's on her mind. Some people claim to, but no - she really does. And people accept it. And I thought I was fearless.

Zingers. They always come too late. In writing, I could dictatively pummel you. In speaking? My Nice-ness is itself not a nice creature. Nice is like a boa constrictor. Twists itself around me until I can't say anything, can barely breathe.

Nice is tyrannical.

But then there are times I wish to God my mouth would just, just...shut up. Stupid spews at the most inopportune times. Typically during a first impression. Ramble, ramble. Wait...no...God, stop...STOP!

Too late.

Slap a "RETARD" stamp on my forehead, why don't you. Oh wait, was THAT the thing taped to my back? Thanks, Stupid and Nice. Remind me never to introduce myself to anyone I like ever again...