Pessimism

Take it from someone who has wasted years

Sullied his soul and drowned it in tears

Wallowed in anxieties and was ruled by his fears

The sky did not fall

And though I did fight desperately

The future was not staved off at all.

A numbness did come over me

And I did get used to the shakes

Made friends with the phantom threats

This heart had imagined,

Came to realize it was all a mistake

I now do realize

I’d been moved by threats; Chased lies

I still tend to be turned by them

Worried by the what and when

Why won’t I repent

Pay penance and relent

Pessimism is a disease

Against which I must defend

To my end.