Pessimist

 

You might as well stay cold and grim,

The way that you have always been.

When I will laugh at my mistakes,

You will do your double-takes.

When I allow the words to pass,

You will return them with words more crass.

When I choose not to complain,

You do, but the problems stay the same.

When I know that here is right,

You still talk of taking flight.

When I look just for the good,

You will say you wish you could.

When I believe that love is true,

You know that sex will do.

When I try to pray to god,

You will just politely nod.

When I will let the teardrops flow,

You will never let me know.

And now, while I am alive and dying,

You are dead and truly striving.

I wish the world could have met her,

Because, of the two of us, she wast better.

Author's Note

I wrote this poem a couple years ago, and it was one of the first ones I ever wrote.

Reviews

[Ben Taylor]

It's not bad at all, although some of the rhymes seem forced. Some words just seem to flow more naturally, like the rhyming of "complain" and "same", unlike the dying/striving rhyme. But, since this was a few years ago, kudos to the you of years ago. :)

[Murtuza]

This is really a very well-written poem! Awesome in-fact, considering this was a couple of years old. You have talent and I hope you keep writing more :)