I know I have no room to complain
I am a terrible person
The monster in me has yet to be slain
I know my life is wonderful
I know that I should not complain
Do you not think I don’t already hate myself?
I am sad about nothing
I cry about nothing
I am nothing
In this world
Full of the hungry
Full of the poor
Full of the hurt
Full of the pained
Full of the dying
I have no right to complain
But nevertheless I still do
And yet- still am I sad
And NOTHING can change that
