I Hate These Feelings

I think it could

Have been worse
Always keep
Telling myself that things will work out in the
End; but seeing and believing are

Two different things
Hoped with all my heart that things
Eventually would happen
Some day, somehow
Even if eternity could stop making

Fun of me for
Ever believing
Even the stupidest of
Lies
It would just be simple
Not knowing the difference
Going about my life the way I'd always been
Seeing truth in the many lies I tell myself