I complain about everything
When it’s actually just me
Wrong things that I’m doing
But I never want to agree
Beneath the surface
Under my skin
I want justice
But I get chagrin
Because when I want right
I’m the one to blame
I try to be polite
But I end up with shame
I never meant to misconceive
It’s true, and it’s ugly
Something I don’t want to believe
That the faults lie within me