#truthology

What is around me is the cause of my unhappiness

It’s his fault, it’s hers

I hate my body, I hate my job

It is the world’s fault I’m miserable

Holding me back from what is desirable 

My boss is an idiot, my friend is a jerk

I plod about each day without a clue

It’s everyone else’s fault that I’m hurt

What I don’t realize is I am a fool

As I continue to deflect blame and hate

To insist that the world would be great

If everything I wanted, I could create

When everything is perfect, then life can be celebrated

Yet I dance to someone else’ tune

Yet I continue to be berated

My parents suck, they don’t understand

Not realizing that it’s because of what I do

If only I had the right car, the right house

The best location, the best situation

I continue to be unaware that my strings are being pulled

By beings well outside of my control

Blinded by the media, the upbringing, and strife

I believed I was in control of my life

The facade came crashing down all around

Now that I know that control was always beyond

Yet it was out of reach and out of sight

I now know I must venture within