Pessimist

Even in my world of love and happiness,
Somehow I find a way back down in the dark.
For some reason, every day is a mess,
Though it may seem like a stroll in the park.
Definitely, this statement is false
I`m always in life`s clawed paws.
But no matter the numerous scratches I get,
I make it seem so unintricate.
I guess that`s my power, maybe I`m strong,
Or maybe with every fight, I`m wrong.