The pessimist in me ...

There is a part of me that I am not,

Its a place inside, I feel I don't belong.

I go back in thoughts

And remember myself from the past.

I try to bring myself back,

The efforts are not good enough.

It happens time and again

This vicious circle is a pain.

I fear my motivating memory will not remain,

If I continue to work only in vain

I want to be strong, I don't want to yield

But easier said than to believe