It’s sad how fast the optimism fades
The good times seem so fleeting
as insecurity rolls back in
The voices of doubt and incredulity
tend to fill the silence
thst inevitably follows
the moments of true happinesss
Nothing’s perfect all the time
but the speed in which the high wears off
has to be measured near that of light
the way I end up empty
I wish I could just bottle up
the joy and pride I feel with them
so that in these darker moments
I could just crack it open
and push away the negative
with a little blast of ligbt
Instead I have to struggle
and argue with the voices
and remind myself repeatedly
those voices often lie