sweeter than sweet.

people always tell me that i can't expect them to be good

can't expect the world to be kind

or to find true love

that there isn't a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow

that i smile too much

that because i am bursting with yellow sunshine and joy i am somehow fake

bragging

photoshopped

naive

how dare i be happy when they are all wallowing in grey misery?

that no one at my age can be this happy with themselves.

to them i say, let the cynics have their hour in the sun

but friends, i am the sun

and judge me if you dare

but i can scorch you with a glare

all with the same sweet smile on my face.