I try to see the world with bright eyes
But am always doomed to fail
I simply ask, why?
Is something wrong?
Is this something me?
I don't know
Was I born this way?
To drown in negativity
So many questions
No answers, never
I am doomed
Seeing bad, no good
Where is it?
I am blind
Destined to live as a pessimist
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The Works of a Lonesome Soul
PoetryThese are the poems that were results to the wondrous stars that are my thoughts. I weaved them into words over the course of a year or so. I am not abondoning the pen anytime soon though, so there are going to be many poems here. You may start read...
