nice guys always finish last

everyone always says that...
but is it really true?
and what about nice girls?
what happens to them?

in the past, i've always joked that maybe i'm too nice.
whenever i got the shit end of the stick in a situation,
the thought that maybe if i were a bitch i never would've been in that situation to begin with, almost always crosses my mind.
sometimes i think to myself, "maybe life would be just a little bit easier if i were a lot bitchier."
and that, ladies and gentlemen, is the quandary.
as a child, my parents taught me right from wrong.
i grew up learning how to distinguish between the two.
i was raised to be a nice person.
i was raised to be polite and have manners.
i was raised to be considerate of my fellow human beings,
and to be respectful of others.
now, i know i'm not the only person on this earth that was raised with similar, if not the same, morals.
"love thy neighbor as thyself."
it's one of the ten commandments!
God just wants us all to love each other, right?
well apparently, some people missed the memo...

i'm actually kind of sick of being nice.
isn't that sad?
so of all the things i am guilty of, being too nice is one of them...
but where is the fine line between being just nice and being too nice?
at what point does someone's niceness turn into a huge billboard floating over their head with big shiny lights that reads "screw me over! it's easy to take advantage of me!"
you'd think by now, after everything i've been through up until this point in my life, i would've learned not to trust people so much.
you'd think i would've realized that maybe i shouldn't believe in the goodness of people as much as i do.
and yet, i still find myself in situations that leave me secretly promising myself that i'll be more careful about who i choose to trust.
maybe if i keep telling myself that, it just might stick...

as much as i promise myself i'll learn to be more of a bitch, it's all in vain.
who am i kidding?
i'm a nice girl.
i'm that girl that people describe as nice.
people laugh at the very thought of me being a bitch.
i've actually been told that it's hard to even imagine me doing anything slightly mean.
it's possible...but not likely.
so i'll continue being the nice girl and observe the bitches from afar...
wondering how different my life would be if my conscience didn't stop me from being one of them.

so they say nice guys finish last.
they were so wrong...
nice girls finish last...
dead last.
after the nice guys.