The Problem Never Ends

A Piece on why we always ask what we do wrong.

The problem never ends,
Instead it becomes who we are
It never leaves,
Never remains silent,
Always persists in coming out.

Why, I ask myself,
Must I always ask the negative?
Instead of that being positive,
And become the one I would scorn.

We always ask what is wrong,
Always asking what went wrong,
Always seeking the bad,
Never bathing in the good.