"Optimism in Bloom"

I thought eveything was going to be okay,

And that I'd be free from sorrow,

But now I have to go to sleep,

Fearing what's going to happen tomorrow.

Haven't I put up with enough?

Haven't I suffered like this before?

I don't believe in a loving God,

Because all he gives me is apathy and more.

I'm sick of being fucked over like this,

And bitching to no avail,

Yet I always have that glimmer of hope inside,

That in someway, somehow I will prevail.

I'm doubting myself so much,

But my optimism is in bloom.

Perhaps this bullshit is worth something,

Or maybe it's just spelling out my doom.