Blinded Poem by RACHEL ZARANTONELLO

Nice guys are dull, I can't be nice to them long
No matter how much I try,
It just seems all wrong
I break my own heart
every single time
My picker is broken
I choose fun and that is fine
I would choose fun for a minute
over nice in every way
I know I'm unstable
and can't face every day
My addiction makes me weak
and I can not say no
So the only cure for me
is to have some fun and go
Although it brings me great joy
in the end I will be quite sick
I realize I am addicted
and blinded by dick