Dissapointment

Dissapointment is like my shadow,
always hiding in wait to creep up on me.
Dissapointment has been my teacher,
taught me that nobody can dissapoint as much as me.
I seem to be my worst enemy.
Dissapointment seems to come naturally,
I learned what dissapointment was early on,
now it won't turn loose of me.
Was I destined to be hopelessly dissapointed?
Can't seem to shake dissapointment for the life of me.
Circumstances have taught me to accept negativity,
now I expect my future will turn out negatively.
Dissapointment always kills my hopes and dreams,
yes dissapointment is a murderer it seems.
It stalks me like a panther stalks it's prey,
I'm always dissapointed even though I pray.
God doesn't give us more than we can carry,
but I'm being crushed from all of the weight.
The weight of constant dissapointment is so heavy
yet invisible, you can't see,
but the weight of dissapointment
is starting to bury me.