In the end it’s always the same

No matter the verse, or the rhyme

Every time my emotions bleed onto paper in the most mundane way

Constantly fighting feelings of abject rejection

Yet as often as I preach writing to be soothing,

day in and day out the same anguish comes pouring out in different stanzas

There will be no end, just painful memories lived in different iterations

I can’t change the past, but I doom myself to this failed future

If only I could look beyond and see things for how they truly are,

but I refuse to take off the shaders and have subjected myself to lifetimes of self-induced suffering.


Pessimist Poet’s Words for Thought

“Lately, a study has suggested that depressed people have a more accurate view of reality, though this accuracy is not worth a bean because it is depressing, and depressed people live shorter lives. Optimists and believers are happier and healthier in their unreal worlds.” -Anna Funder