Who's the Problem

If you have some troubled times, Which some are prone to do, Inside you should leave behind, And take an outside view. Maybe you can’t fine the one, To interlock your souls, Overlooked, maybe to some, But you point out the holes. Often times, you’re 2 months in, When dating seems to falter. In the wedding, you have been, But never at the altar. When gathering, you ramble on, Of others that are rotten. Then the next, you cry upon, When somehow you’re forgotten. Job to job until you’re numb, You say that you’re too good, Can’t converse with anyone, And you’re misunderstood. Many others will agree, About this point of view, We hope you begin to see, Perhaps, the problem’s you.