The Skill of Optimism

Some have their beauty,

Others their voice

Some have athleticism,

Me? I have a choice

 

The choice to be happy, when faced with grief

The choice to smile when pushed to the ground

I may not be the best, or the brightest

I may never be the lead in a school play

However, my heart is the lightest

Because of the things I decided the other day

 

I see the glass three quaters full

Whether it is or not

Doesn't matter, as long as I choose it to be

The world is made up of our own choices

So I've made some choices for me

A hero for myself is what I'll be

 

Flawless, faultless, perfection incarnate

Spotless, immaculate, unblemished, untarnished

This is what I choose to believe

That's why this is me

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