I would be nicer if it made me feel better. 

But it doesn't.

Being nice is what got me into this mess and it definitely is not going to make the way out. 

The truth is that I would burn down every world if it kept the abuse cycle from starting over. 

I know you are waiting for my fire to burn out before you approach me, but I should tell you that you will be waiting for a long, long time. 

I would be nicer if that kept me safe. 

I would be nicer if I wanted to. 

But I don't. Not now and probably never again. I don't even recognize the girl who used to think being nice and patient and communicating politely would solve all of the problems. And there is part of me that wishes the hurt never happened and that I could still be her.

However, anger is better than despair. 

I've learned that sometimes anger is what keeps you alive. 

I would rather be alive than nice.