Not Made To Be Nice

Everyone is made
a certain way
Molded by their past
As if they were clay
When handled with care, clay is solid and smooth
Clay tossed about ends up cracked and bruised.
I'm not made to be nice
or to brighten your day
Won't cheer you up
When your sky is gray
I'm not made to smile
and say something sweet
Neither am i made
to be swept off my feet
Wasn't made to make a scene and cry
You'll never see me waste words
on some tragic goodbye
I wasn't made to lean on others
when I'm at my worst
Never was a blessing
Everything i touch gets cursed
I'm not suppose to feel the pain
I shouldn't have a care
Not suppose to look behind me
and hope for someone to be there
I'm not made to put my heart on paper
You made me this way
I'm not made to love
but i love you anyway