That feeling you get when you try giving up being a pessimist.
Don't let them know
That you've lost control
Put on a brave face
Put your hands in your pockets
Don't let them see the shaking
Conceal every part of you that's aching
They'll never understand you
You're just as crazy as serial killers
You hear noises
And see people who aren't there
Cut the, "why me? Its not fair" ****
You know you deserve it
You're a disgrace
It's too late to fix this mistake
So put on a brave face
More often an optimist will see the goal, a pessimist the path.
If only we were both.
Perhaps that is why we seek not to journey alone?
Do opposites really attract? Is this what we really mean when we seek out our "other half"?
It may be a truism but optimists cant escape it....
No one is right all of the time.
The only difference there has ever been is the frequency between being wrong and right.
When an optimist falls in the woods only the pessimists will notice.
Is there greater strength in optimism or greater height to fall from?
Is attitude enough or is it deceptive?
Life gives birth to optimists.
Then raises them to be pessimists.
Today was a day.
Nothing more or less
just a touch of gin
poured over unbroken ice
a hint of vermouth
neither shaken or stirred
and a simple olive
for life did not think
I was ready for
a lemon twist
it seems to be true
that in a glass like this
the day is half empty.
her rose-tinted glasses
went crashing into wilted reverie
and was found soaked in dissonant verity
her blood ceased to flow
and the evergreen streets
she walked on
began to float
above all reason
and beyond all desperate credence
now buried ground
****** is her phantom
for the world is less see-
through than before
I'm a pessimist
i always expect the worst
I'm a realist
i accept what I have
I'm a romantic
i want to try everything
I'm a dreamer
i want you forever and ever.
I never fell that hard for someone
I don't understand optimists.
How can one look forward to the future?
How can one look at the best side of things?
How can one see the light in the darkness?
How can one wish to be alive?
These are all questions I ask daily,
Me being the depressed, introverted pessimist I am.