The nicest people

The nicest people are the ones scarred and tattered beyond repair. Always looking out and trying to be on top of everything but yet failing every time. Always feeling the ever burden of the piercing eyes of narcissism and the feeling of failure. Knowing that they will never live up to standards and will always be put down and so slowly they crumple giving up anything they have left to the decay of time. Yet they know to always keep the facade of happiness, well maintained as they are driven mad inside and slowly feel the truth fall upon them that they are neither nice or good to anyone, just a burden that the supposed friends and family carry till they finally rid their filthy body from their lives. Though as the cracks begin to tear a bigger and bigger hole the episodes of lashing out and spewing thoughts to everyone they know to begin to become more frequent as the walls collapse further inwards. Even so, they try evading the eventual fall of the walls and facade they try so hard to maintain time always wins and so one more fire is snuffed for eternity.