A Glass Half Empty

Looking at myself in the mirror.

I don’t just see my face.
I see a self critical overthinker.

So self aware.

Yet that self awareness carries its own baggage.

Heavy boulders on each shoulder.

Weighing me down, one misstep and it’s the death of me.

 

I know what to do and how to get out of it.

However, I continue to cascade down into a dark and bottomless abyss.

All perpetrated by me, a gravitational pull of my doing.

Bringing myself down to the point of pessimism.

Losing all hope and always seeing a glass half empty.

Compared to all those around me that see a glass half full.

 

From my experiences, I know a half empty glass is too good for me.
What I want to do is knock that glass onto the floor.

Creating shards, remnants of my pessimistic viewpoint, scattered.

Maybe if someone steps on a shard, after a blood-curdling scream, they’ll get a taste of the pain I feel.