I sometimes hear the old saying
"Stick to what you're good at."
But what if you aren't fine,
You aren't content, with what you're good at?
I happen to be very good at what I'm good at.
I'm the baby, the nice guy, the guy friend.
I've no romantic bone in my body,
No matter how much I believe I do.
And I allow this to go on!
I'm always good, cute, and funny.
I don't want these traits to consume me,
But it's the only thing I know how to do.
But it's tough, you know?
We all want something real, something more,
But it's so hard to find.
At least for me it is.
I think everyone hates themselves a little.
I hate my cowardice, and my complacency.
My paradoxical desire to and fear for change.
But I'm too nice to hate like this, right?