Back then, I was once told that I was
"Pathologically Nice"
She said that, my past love
She said that despite how I look
(I was told that I look scary)
despite my "overwhelming height" she said
despite my "overwhelming size" she still said
and yet that was the same reason
why it became a past love
because I was that
"Pathologically Nice"

I promised her that I will do what I do
No drugs. No alcohol. No curse words.
Up to this day, I still couldn't do them
Can't do drugs. Can't drink. Can't curse.

She made me promise her
and yet she told me it was because of that
that she doesn't feel the same way

There were inevitable times though
that I question myself
Should I be flattered? Should I believe her?
That I was called "Pathologically Nice"?
up to this day, I'm still questioning it
because..
If I were that kind of nice
why do the people I love
get hurt because of me?
I'm sorry, but at this point in time
I cannot believe
that I am
"Pathologically Nice"
because the people I love
get hurt because of me