my first ever sonnet: on man

man makes things more difficult for himself,
because he's got nothing better to do.
he wont take the help of anyone else,
he's afraid to walk in another's shoes.
arguing he can't find a solution,
not even looking for one anyway,
instead wandering in blind confusion
expecting to find an answer some day.
ego hurt by this inability
self-esteem shattered almost to the core.
revealed man's innocent fragility.
he doesn't want to exist any more.
oh man, dont take these problems to heart.
force the self into making a new start..