Sunny With Showers

I love being the hopeful one but sometimes it starts to hurt,
well, it always does but some days it just gets worse and worse,
It gets so bad that I can't tolerate the pain, to the point where I find myself crying out in vain. But no one's there to hear it, and the day is unassuming, sky blue and flowers blooming, and it makes me wonder if it all boils down to what I'm doing, see it's so confusing,
maybe overcomplicated, but I'm not even sure if it is which is why this topic is all but consuming while I'm contemplating, but in the end, I'll smile, a smile as bright as night, one that reaches wide and far, enough to hide these scars.