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Apr 2018
She told me I’m pessimistic
You shouldn’t be this way
Yes I know
But negativity seems to hang over me like a storm cloud
Constantly sprinkling
Damping my clothes
Now I’m soak and wet
And you want me to smile ?
How
Cause I’m tethered to this shadow
With chains
Like I’m it’s slave
And the weight of its anger and pain
Steadily pulling me down
I thought she was my salvation
But how wrong was I to believe in thee
It was foolish to think kind words and a pretty face
Could cause this dark heart
To come out it’s sunken place
There’s no way I’ll ever be able to get out
Maybe happiness
Just isn’t in me
Written by
devante moore  24/M
(24/M)   
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