Half Full - Real Optimism

My glass is always half full.
Full of what?
I don't know.

I keep thinking "I'm definitely not getting those shoes now."
Those shoes are the cutest since the pink Steve Maddens that
I keep imagining someone homeless wearing.

My glass is full of something refreshing;
My mind is full of shoes, ottomans, dining tables and school.

School has tears rolling down my cheeks,
Nearly missing my half full glass.
The glass isn't half full of tears.

 I'm picturing crying the breath out of my body
Working myself into the sort of frenzy Dane Cook described
"I did my best!" (I couldn't help but laugh.)

I was everything I said I'd be and more
Still feels like it's my fault

But the glass with its half portion of a beverage I'll savor
Hasn't noticed any tears, hasn't thought about the shoes, table or ottoman.
Doesn't think it's all my fault 

The glass is waiting patiently for me to drink and see
That a mere half of its contents
Is more than enough