A doormat isn't pretty,
They get treated like that,
Then one day something happens,
And everything snaps,
I won't bow to requests,
Or do what I'm asked,
It's high time I realised,
That's the way you get passed,
Although you can support,
And be there for them,
You also must know,
That from you it must stem,
A strength and a grace,
Is the way I must be,
These things I have learned,
And I've finally seen,
That being this way,
Is what I'm working for,
5 or 10 weeks,
I'm not really quite sure,
One thing is certain,
Nice guys finish last,
So for the sake of my future,
I'll put this guy in my past,
Oh Luke! I hope this isn't so, you are a dying breed, but so appreciated by the Nice Gals I'm sure. Nice Write! Lizelah
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Very good writing. Even though I hate to think anyone would want to be this way. I still believe Nice Guys finish first in the end. Maybe a crazy thought.