My Blanket of Pessimism
My Blanket of pessimism matches with my glass that’s half empty.
I wrap myself within its patterns seeking warmth.
Suffering and pain are simultaneous.
My blanket of pessimism conceals the light for a better tomorrow.
Untrusting, unbelieving, and unsure
I look in the mirror,
My own reflection, with my defections.
My blanket of pessimism conceals the light for a better tomorrow