Come and join my pity party.
There’s a seat right next to me.
I’ll share more than you care to know.
It’ll only costs some sympathy.
Can I convince you, that life is tough?
That, misfortune follows me?
For wrong or right, or just for spite,
Fate supports my misery.
If I could list, you’d get the gist,
Of all my maladies.
You could conceive, all that aggrieves,
And keeps me from some peace.
Hop on my train, while I complain,
It’s nice when I can confide.
Your presence here, your open ear,
Helps deny the facts I hide.
It might well be, that I can’t see,
How my choices bring pain to me.
But at this table, you help enable,
A lack of accountability.
When the sky falls, Who’s at fault?
Well, it certainly can’t be me.
For, fate’s designs, keep me behind.
Please, take pity on me.