A Glass Half Empty Poem by Joshua Querijero

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.