Miss Complaint Box

Just me being a complain box according to my parents :)

Little Miss Complaint Box
Always a frown on that little face
Creases on the tiny forehead
Even while tying a simple shoelace

Complaining about everything
Be it food, be it school
She was not little anymore but
Still acted like a fool

"Nothing goes my way!"
Was her dialogue every time,
but instead of adjusting, she just glared at everyone
like they committed a crime

It had to be all about her life
She wanted all eyes on her
Or she would complain and complain
Maybe even commit a murder!

Now no one believed her complaints
Even dismissed her genuine opinion
Every sentence she said
Just grew their suspicion

She just isolated herself
Her unheard thoughts messing her up
She wasted the time when she had attention
just complaining growing up

Now all grown up, they don't hear her
Defeated, she knows everyone cares
She wants to earn it all back, with
"Hey! No, it's not a complaint", she swears


Just a shitty poem, I don't really like it, was just sad after my parents called me a complaint box. I'm just a teenager, bare with me!