It's hard being an optimist trapped in a cage of chemical imbalance
I always hope for the best, but I feel the worst on the wind
and the malice in my mouth
when I grind my teeth anxiously,
Hoping for something, anything of interest to come and inspire me
Restore my heartbeat, my chest explodes violently, fiery
A blooming flower with a soft epiphany
Bond again with my soul, a spectral synergy
My world is black and grey, Yet still,
Colored vividly