Death Of A Nice Guy Poem by Sam Fischer

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,