Another Young Pessimist

By Peehu Jaiswal

Some days my bed becomes a casket

And I feel like the walls would just close in the ceiling would collapse 

And People would walk in to see a last lapse

I could see people reading my obituary

Another young pessimist

A prey to her mind

A misfit soul trapped within a world unkind

Another young pessimist

Coward some say

It takes courage to see beauty in this world 

And she just wasn’t that way 

Another young pessimist 

Holding on to a dark past

Worrying about a mediocre future

A life within a glass 

Another young pessimist 

With chaos in her core 

Tremors in her nerves 

Shunned away to deal with it on her own 

The world has lost another young pessimist

Alas she did no good and hopefully no harm

And so the world goes on.

By Peehu Jaiswal