Complaints.

I fill my days complaining
I fill my days whining
I fill my days moaning
Of all that is not right.

I fill my days grumbling
I fill my days worrying
I fill my days all grouchy
In spite of all that’s there.

I complain about me
I complain about you
I complain to those around me
And of those who surrounded me

I complain about the heat
I complain about the rain
I complain about my spouse
I complain to my spouse
I complain about my children
I complain about my family
I complain about my weight
I complain about my height
I complain about my health
I complain about my wealth
I complain with no stealth
Ironic I know.

If I run out of complaints
I complain about complaining!

Shaziya Fayas

Shaziya Fayas pens under the pseudonym "umayaraa". She is an educator, mum of three and a wannabe publisher.

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