Nice girls don't

"Nice" girls don't

I am full of fire.
I am full of rage.
But I don't erupt.
I do not emote.

I stay simply that
sweetly likeable one.
The girl who is always
smiling so gentle pretty.

I am full of fury inside.
But I keep it safely there.
Nice girls don't rage.
Nice girls don't hate.

Nice girls just take.
They don't complain.
They just tend to assume
that they did wrong.

But I'm thinking maybe
I'm not such a nice girl.
Because I know I hate
what you decided to do.

I kept things smooth.
But that wasn't enough.
I guess you saw that inside
my fires were still burning.

I think you always knew that
I wouldn't die without you.
Once upon a way back then
I really did love you.

But when you started to walk away
I couldn't desperatly run to follow.
What you now wanted
I could no longer be.

I wanted to stand firm
on a path together.
You wanted me to lean.
You needed someone to carry.

And now I really hate
this being a good girl.
Because good girls don't rage.
And I wish that I could.