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The Pessimist |
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Paper Tiger Member
since 2003-09-28
Posts 77
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Nothing good's on – Every day's a re-run. I can't help but complain, and rot away, Oh – what a sorry way! The thought of failure numbs me: Allows me to put off things, And persist on being pessimistic. I find comfort in the silence – Trapped in my own head. A voice within whispers something: "A man who’s already dead." A pale light lingers over me, Though its intensity is decreasing – Feels like I'm in a hole that's shrinking, And the depth is increasing. Oh!How my existence is wasted On negativity and melancholy! And though I can define why, I may never understand my folly. My fears control me Like a lifeless puppet. My doubts are unwavering, But they will never suffice. The thought of failure numbs me: Allows me to put off things, And persist on being pessimistic. I'm not all right. I'm not okay. I'm not content – And I'm not going to pretend. We see much, observe little, and perceive less. |
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eor Senior Member
since 2002-09-26
Posts 959blues & greys |
very pessimistic indeed "So what befalls the flawless? |
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