Confessions of a pessimist

 My life is a disaster

and I am the reason why.

I don't deserve to be happy

'Cos I am only destined to sigh.


I am no fun to be around

for there is no joy bubbling inside.

Full of scare and terror I am

should you keep me by your side.

 

Everything looks narrow and fenced

when I join all the dots I find.

With imaginations so vivid and wild,

I am a slave to my obsessive mind.


My glass is rather full

contrary to your 'half empty' quotes

one half with water

and the other with my skeptical thoughts. 

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