Always a pessimist I have been born,
Never at ease to seek for love.
Negative feelings surrounds my brain,
Making the brightest day seem like rain.
Everytime I pick my golden pen,
To try to write my state of mind,
All comes out as plain as black,
Like all I deal with is lust and lack.
Always a pessimist I have been born,
Hope and trust I never found.
I try to write to wane my dark,
But all I get is pain inside.
©hilary
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