Outlook Of Life

Every daybreak I wake up,

To see my dejected reflection in my teacup.

From beginning to end I race,

Not knowing how hollow-eyed is my face.

I work my fingers to the bone for hours,

To climb an almost impossible tower.

When the day ends,

I am left with no friends.

Upon closing my debilitated eyes,

I see my life full of lies.

All receive the same light as I do,

But I perceive darkness as the hue.

The pessimistic nature of mine,

Is the destructor of life’s precious time.

I wish I could express a little more gratitude,

To change my gloom-ridden attitude.