sometimes i rise my head from above all the cotton candy world i seem to have pictured the world to be, and i shudder to see all that i seem to have brushed aside, won't people think me a fool, that i am all rainbows and cloudy fluffs while outside, the world is a savage place, all run by selfish ulterior motives, won't people laugh at me and my hopeless hopeless hopeful notions of life and people, little do they know, while i convince them life's all chocolates and all things beautiful, deep inside me a storm rages on, life's constant inner battle, do i really believe myself when i throw around all this positivity, i am no naive child, though sometimes i feel like one, i am wary of all the things in the big bad world, of all the things that are not right, of all the things that could have been.. but i also do realize, with all the things there are, life could be a lot worse, no matter in what situation we find, if we choose to remember, no matter how ha...