Positively Negative
In the morning, I wake up to wonder
“How will I waste this day today?”
I can’t say that I’m a positive person
In fact I am negative, looking down on life.
Like Sadness from Inside out,
I can’t help to ponder on life’s output.
To wonder what life will have for you today.
“Will I fail this test today?
“Will my crush find someone else?
“Will today be the day I stand up for myself?”
No, I didn’t fail.
Yes, they found someone else.
No, I put everyone else before myself.
But,
That doesn’t matter because
It was the highest I ever gotten in that class, 84%, a B.
I’m glad they’re happy because they made me happy.
And no I will never stand up for myself,
I don’t need to prove the points of people who put me down
When they should had lifted me up.
Instead, I will let them be and be happy with myself.
Because I am positively negative.
I can’t change that but it prepares me,
For without the horrible things, you can’t be awesome.
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