Delusionally Optimistic

My first grade teacher told my mother I was a flower child.

I am a day dreamer.

My mind wanders.

Sometimes I smile even when I'm not happy.

I'm pretty good at hiding any emotion that is not pleasant.

People always tell me I'm sweet.

You can lie to me. I'll still trust you.

You can hurt me. I won't seek revenge.

I will forgive. I want to forget.

Naive. 
That's what I am.

Or have been.

Hello cynical disposition.