A poem! A poem! A POEM!!

This is something that just hit me lol. I like it. =)

Optimist -finished at 1:22 A.M. February 8th. 

He holds his head higher than the rest of them 

headstrong, confident

since he has fully shed his volatile skin of conformity 

some refuse to understand

some label him regardless

he pays no mind

after all he is human 

tinged with insomnia, toiling with anxiety

willing to pick the lock in the back of his head for some answers

yet willing to let things stand where they are

and as optimists should be, their future is what they want to make it

envisioned as something glorious

yet people refuse to understand

slashing him with their words of doubt and uncertainty

spitting upon him nasty stone-melting words

as if forcing himself up through the ashes

he holds his head higher than the rest of them

because he knows his destiny is his and no one else’s

he is the optimist

he demands substance instead of weakness

something real in the void of fear

something tangible dipped in confidence

and as optimists should be, their future is what they want to make it

but you’d never know it.