The Pessimist

I am too repulsive and odious,
No wonder people don’t like me.
Darkness engulfs my existence...
Forgotten hopes and blurred dreams
Haunt my sleep and keep me awake.
No wonder people don’t like me.


May be I’m too much a pessimist
Always expecting the worst from life.
I am too strange for the people around:
They think I’m but a wasted entity
Trapped eternally in the quagmires of fate.
No wonder people don’t like me.


I blame no one for my pain.
Realising I have no qualities to speak of
And choosing to remain what I am,
Staying away from life is the best way
To indulge in my grief and waste away.
No wonder people don’t like me.


When all lights go dim and darkness falls,
When this life is too much to bear,
When people leave me standing alone to pine,
Death will be my friend and guide
For none is odious and repulsive to Him
And Death loves most who have no hope...