Optimism can be a prison
That hides and covers a dark depression
The angry world looks at you
And thinks that no pain touches you
They often think that they’re a mess
While you are perfect
Never stressed
As if your life has no drama
Your never hurt
You have no trauma
What they miss
Is your misery
Thinking you are never in need
You open your heart
To those you love
Not wanting to see their hurt
You push your positive stuff
Hoping to help them off the edge
Where you will be left
To carefully tread
Trying not to fall in
Hung by a thread
Your heavy head roars
You feel close to dead
But when they talk to you
All they hear
Is the perspective you see from
That seems so clear
Helpful
And not afraid
Not desperate
And unashamed
But your drowning
Under your optimism
The finest prison
You’ll ever be in.