go away

[metaphorliteral]

I'm predisposed to expect the worst.
It's not easy turning yourself into an optimist;
the best I could ever do was be a realist.
I take my fears and write them down as verse.
Pessimism's wearying, and so's depression.
I still think those terrible things at first,
but now my backup plans have been rehearsed.
From worst to slightly better's my progression.
You keep telling me to lighten up,
but if I say "fuck off," that's negative expression.
Your focus on positive thinking is an obsession
that's driving me straight to a bottle and cup.
Look, all I want is to find some peace,
and have these tight-wound worries all release.