I often see the glass as being 1/2 empty rather thank 1/2 full.

Focusing on a negative perspective of life.

Bringing me to the common conclusion of life being harder than assumed.

Life being as hard as I make it.

Weight of the world on my shoulders when I've only conqured one city.

Stressed as if this life is over.

Elderly, myself being that there are more years behind me than ahead.

These thoughts. 

Me v.s myself, I am my biggest enemy.

These thoughts build up walls diving me portraying me of what I look and the person of who I am.

If I let go who is there to hold me.

Who else will grab this glass of water and fill me.

I feel empty 

Empty in this glass of water that seems to never be full enough