Tell Me What is Real

You've built your life upon complaints,
stacked neatly, one on the other.
Negativity ruminates,
boiling over -- hot, sticky mess.
It has to be pushed down, controlled;
like everything else, it grows.
Before long it would overtake
your walls like a cloying ivy
wrapping you up like a mummy,
while you make lists, judge, criticize.
Your comparisons won't save you,
neither will your weight, your money,
your husband or your fancy house.
They are all as illusory
as you -- the inside of your mind.