Me, The Optimist Poem by Eman Awad

I'm still here, i'm still the same,
i thought that after all this time,
that maybe i'll change...

I still look at the infinite sky at night,
and wish upon a sparkling star.
That the same time next year, i might,
know, exactly where you are.
I wear the same dress on friday,
and i pray to find that happiness i despairdly seek.
I wish for the hope in me to stay,
to stand on my own feet, i can't live while i'm weak.

And i didn't change at all,
i still feel beautiful wearing that dress.
I may answer love's call,
there's still some hope in me, i confess.
The times i spent in front of my mirror crying,
thinking i'm not going any where far with that face.
I was pale for i've felt pale, i've felt like dying,
i felt like i'm chained with my wounds in this place.

Maybe i was left behind,
but i am not taking the given choices.
That dream on my mind,
of a better day gives my hope voices.
And i hope to get over this,
and i hope to run into love and live.
I can get over my lonliness,
there's so much more in me to give.
This hope got me enchanted,
so i'm not sad any more, i'm the one you missed.
I'm not taking my self for granted,
i'm breathing, i'm alive, it's me, the optimist...