At Least

I'm sick of wishing
I'm sick of hoping
I'm sick of explaining
I'm sick of envying
I'm sick of him
I'm sick of her
I'm sick of lies
I'm sick of looking up
And seeing the ceiling

I'm sick of how you can be so optimistic
I don't agree
The world hurts me
And it means to
But I don't know why
I ask to be told something
"Be optimistic for once, Jo"

At least the cat loves me.