On Becoming a Ghost

Optimism has always betrayed me

Allowing fear to breach my defenses

False hopes and desires played me

Now floating in a state of suspense

I could never understand happiness

If I knew it existed I would panic

My fear of failing ever more intense

Bordering delusion until I turn manic

So open up the doors of the hospital

Here I come, ready for my downfall

 

Optimism never ceases to amaze

Almost making me believe I belong

It puts me into an intoxicated haze

Scent of the unreal never so strong

Sometimes I seek love unrequited

Concealed behind an iron curtain

A lover in love with being spited

A man whose destiny is certain

So lift your glass and make a toast

To the man who became a ghost

 

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[LisetteCanWrite!]

Wow powerful sadness.. such fierce flow too.. must really feel this.. Optimisim is a necessary tool in life.. many experience bad things.. I have the worst luck on this planet but will not allow my optimism to be lost through those experiences.. I just work harder.. learn more.. and pick myself up! Thank you for sharing and I hope your luck changes!!!! =)