Pessimist - Coldworker

Passion lost

Empty life

Wasting my time

Battered sense of direction

Scars run deeper by the day

Brace myself

Carry on

Know deep inside

Every effort is useless

I will drag you down with me

Behold the pessimist

Master of scepticism

Pitch black perception of reality

Cynic philosopher

Turns hope into despair

Always expect the worst

Patience about to burst

Painted up

The same routine

Dysphoria burns

As I go through the motions

My face won’t betray my thoughts

Soon fed up

Sick and tired

This is my lot

It will never get better

Every day another grind

Always cogitating

Dissecting every circumstance

Worst-case scenarist

The troops of misery advance

Negative fixation

Constantly assailed by strife

Perfectly content with losing

Failure is a way of life

Behold the pessimist

Master of scepticism

Pitch black perception of reality

Cynic philosopher

Turns hope into despair

Always expect the worst

Patience about to burst

Manic

You say I’m hopeless

So anti-social

Cannot perceive the real me

No gratification

Mock me cause I lack ambition

There is no way of changing

Eaten up by indecision

Waning inspiration

Hopelessness invades my soul

Weary from the chore

Life as a loser takes its toll