Dear Pessimism,

Like propaganda, you dictate my thoughts and actions

Swallowing my core

Feeding off my anxieties, fears, and doubts

Not acknowledging  my strengths

My weaknesses get all the limelight

Featuring in every scene

It has become the star of my life

Eating me alive

My fears and doubts manage to ever so effortlessly

Circle around me like a lazy susan

Nightmares haunt my reality

As I imagine the worst of every situation

Mistaking the lack of hope in my future

As a safety backup plan

But Pessimism,

You’re a bad habit I’m learning to break

Telling myself I’m stronger than I believe

Fighting to empower my confidence code