Confusion twists in my brain as I wake from a njghtmare
I run my mental checklist, making sure everything in the real world is still okay
Yes, I broke up with him
Yes, he doesn't know where I live
Yes, I have a far better significant other now
Yes, my current significant other don't hurt me
Yes, my ex can't even see me until school starts again
So for once in my life
My reality is more comforting than my dream world
But that doesn't mean my reality is perfect
I worry too much
I think too much
I'm bad at relationships when I can't see the person often enough to draw conclusions about how they are doing
I am a scientist
I go off of what I can see
What I can test to be true
The summer is almost deadly
I can't see how the people in my close relationships are doing
I can't gather evidence without saying a single word
Which causes more worry than usual
And when I worry
I write
I write things far too overwhelming
Too muddled by my worry
Too jumbled by my self consciousness
Too hasty by my fear of kissing the ones I care about
I have to force myself to avoid sharp objects
If I pick one up and I'm too depressed at the time
Blodd would be drawn
Or at least scratches left
So yes
My reality is better than my dream world
But my reality still isn't perfect
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Sorting Poems Of A Pessimistic Optimist
PoetryThese are basically poems that I use to sort out my emotions and such. The poems might be really cheesy and stuff just because the type of emotions I need to sort out most of the time. I will still update the other poem collection but I will post lo...
