Friend

Lately,
you seem unhappy.
You occupy your time
evading and avoiding.


Is it just me?
Do I see darkness
because I am 
possessed by it?


You tone is bitter,
annoyed, even though
life is just happening,
as it often does.


Am I annoyed 
because in your actions
I see myself?
My own selfish motives?
Jealousy, anxiety or
sadness?


Slowly, 
your pessimism is
infecting me.


Being a pessimist
by nature,
my fight for optimism
is an uphill,
losing battle.
It is pre-determined 
that I will lose 
to it.


It makes me unhappy
to see your thoughts
squirreling around
in endless circles.


It comes far too close
to reminding me of
the tangled, confused
stated of my own.