Who am I?
the pessimistic poet sitting in the corner?
or
the guy making his life better?
well I'm what you make me.
actually you make the difference.
all the good times we had
the jokes we made
the cars we rode
the nights we made out
and the kisses we had
makes me better & takes me further.
but
the lies we told to look cool
the shyness we had
the fights we fought
the chances we missed
and the day you left
and now you are gone
make me the pessimistic poet
I am.