The mind and soul will not permit me to be anything less
Of being nice,nor will will it let me become a pessimist
Optimistic as they come and  smiling when others have done me wrong, holding out hand

Now take it, grab on. because I cannot bare the thought of someone not holding on
Initially, people will only offer twice and then walk away. but I am stubborn
Caring too much will be my downfall
Eventually, this will be my grave's call