Delusion is my affirmation.
Every single time I reassess the situation.
It could be worse, or it could be better,
Analyze it down to every letter.
It is only in my perception,
That I commit pessimistic deception.
The glass is half empty, not half full.
Optimism must be rather dull.
The glass is spilling over, hitting the floor.
Its never enough, leaving me craving more.
It is an addiction I cannot satisfy,
And in the end, you must comply.
Quench my thirst,
For I am cursed,
With all these eternal ambitions,
And my seemingly endless missions.
Internally ambitious, without motivation,
I set fire to my worst (all) of my creations.
My glass is shattered, cant you see!
Not that reality ever really mattered to me.