**A Complaint to You**
I complain about you—
about this life we are living now,
about the way we drift through days
without knowing how.
When you care,
you must also give—
for what is love
if not the courage to live?
I complain about you again,
for giving more to fleeting fun
than to this fragile, breaking life
we are becoming one.
I complain now,
as your responsibilities rise—
through sacrifice and silent strength
to meet our parents’ eyes.
To be a son
as they were for us,
with care like mom,
and dad’s firm trust.
I complain because you waste each second,
like a dollar thrown away,
yet never save a single moment
for a better day.
And still, I beg your pardon—
for seeing life this way.
But I must speak these truths to you,
though the words may sting and stay.
For somehow, somewhere, we have lost control—
and left our parents’ hearts
to carry what we could not hold.
—
Jessy Jacob ❤️
My draft I see AI couldn’t express so well my emotional thoughts.
I complain about you for the life
Which we are seeing now
When you care you also need to give
I complain about you that you are giving much fun than freaking life which you are of with
I complain now about you that your responsibility has risen with much sacrifice to give to make mom and dad to be a dad as like dad and mom care and sacrifice.
I do because you are wasting a dollar for every second and you are not saving a dollar every second.
I beg your pardon for seeing the life what we are going through I must say complaints to you about your self because we ended up with no control of mom and dad…..
Jessy Jacob ❤️
Nice write. I like the continuation of reasons that you stacked in the stanzas. It works well. Solid writing.
Hi, thank you for your review. Your encouraging reply is great effort in making me a better writer.