What it's like to Expect the Worst

What it’s like to expect the worst, all the time

First of all, it’s not like I never have happy moments

Not like, how I woke up and just decided it would be a horrible day

I want it to be a good day

But then it comes to the moment of truth

Where I go in and stop without knowing

how far there is left to go

And when I see the outcome,

I’m the Blacksheep out of all those

crystal white wool

Suppose to be sad at how it turned out

But I’m not sad,

I am not sad or disappointed.

It’s just nothing,

and that becomes ordinary,

every day,

my routine

Some people joke around like I’m that pessimistic character in

all of those tv-shows

Eeyore from the Winnie the Pooh

The one who makes it sad,

the one who is secretly happy,

the one who losses their way or more literally their things

Yet I don’t find it funny,

it’s not a joke,

I’m not laughing

So I am sorry I make it sad,

sorry that I expect something to happen

all my friends and family to not

“always be together forever”

cause it won’t be forever and it could happen in a split moment

I am sorry that I might be secretly happy

that I am enjoying the small time we will be together

To savor every moment I get to be alive

And to try and stay away from all the Heffalumps

And I am sorry,

that I try to not be like this

and try a different path in the Hundred Acre Woods

But I lose my way,

just going right back to where I started

Having nowhere else to go than where I have been

To expect the worst and never the good