What's wrong with me?

Constantly making a big deal about everything.
From small things to big things,
And everything in between.
My life isn't that bad,
But I continue to complain.

So tell me to shut up.
Tell me you are sick of me.
Just kick me down.
Don't let me back up,
Until I realize,
That I do have a good life.

What's wrong now you ask?
I have nothing to say,
Because nothing is really wrong.
I just want attention.
So I mop around,
With hair in my face,
A frown,
A few tears,
And a blade.
What's wrong with me?
Nothing is.
I just love to complain.

So tell me to shut up.
Tell me you are sick of me.
Just kick me down.
Don't let me back up,
Until I realize,
That I do have a good life.

I am loved,
I have food,
Clothes,
A house,
Everything I could want.
So why do I,
Continue to complain?

So tell me to shut up.
Tell me you are sick of me.
Just kick me down.
Don't let me back up,
Until I realize,
That I do have a good life.