I'm a cynic
Forgive me, life is no picnic
It's actually filled with disappointment
Everywhere you turn
Your words can be twisted no matter how good the intent
But one day they will all learn
Or so you hope.

Hope.
Funny.
Thought you were gloomy,
So where did this "hope" come from?

I know I'm a terrible friend, sister, daughter
Am I?
Or is that what they want me to believe?

Hmm. But I'm smarter than that, stronger even
Do you think so?
Then why so easy to deceive?

So conflicted.
If I'm so wise, then why so easily affected?
It blinds me, this mind.

Making excuses for me, making excuses for them, but do they?
Do they try to understand your point or nay
Or do they only...