Glass Half empty? Glass Half Full?

Or just a glass with liquid in it?

It's been rough lately in the mind home. I was once told not too long ago that it was too late for me as an artist to be successful and it unfortunately stuck and gnawed from time to time. Lately it's been there amongst a lot of other unfortunate noise. I played it off as if it was constructive information but it really wasn't. I lied and wore the smiling mask and thanked the venom anyways. it's all a facade, just like our illusion of freedom.