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