on being ~nice~

it never occurred to me, that you can hurt somebody, or rather, everybody by treating them nice. well, once upon a time, being nice, would get you just about everywhere.
Wonder how many people ever thought about that...

treat me nice,
but not like the rest.
treat me nice,
because i'm me,
make me different from them.

to Angela,
the time you give,
shopping and listening,
listening to her cares of her other darlings.

to Betrice,
you sing for and dance,with
creating around her fragile world,
a barrier,
around the her she wants you to see.

to Claire,
i can barely breathe,
when she throws her arms around you
crying just like last saturday.

why won't you choose?
why won't you treat us different?
because you don't want to offend us,
you,
tear us apart.