Nice people

Are you nice?
The butterflies in your stomach
The moths on your heart
Kicking and jumping
Are you a ringmaster with drums,
Distracting the poor insects from freedom?
I can still see you sweating
From trying too hard
From dying too hard
Dying because you tried too hard
Wipe off and run
Prance, rather
Like you are happy
Like a gazelle running from a cheetah
Like a drunk waiting for the hangover
Like its all a lie and that’s how you want it.
I see you are floating
I see you are happy
Nice people are never happy
Never happy people are nice
You are not nice, are you?