My father awakes, sleepily leaving the comfort of the bed

So he can travel three hours just for a little above minimum wage.

My mother types away in her cubicle, surrounded in walls of red

Just so she can come home and feed children half her age.

They say my parents make too much money, 

That I do not need financial aid, and that I shouldn't be complaining.

But if that is the case, then why is my mother always scolding "We need you to get a job honey."

And why are the bills gradually growing and remaining? 

My mother sits at the dining room table, adding and subtracting. 

Figuring out how long it will be before my father needs another job

Maybe he'll work at CVS, Rite-Aid, maybe even take up acting. 

They say I am "not eligible for need-based aid" 

Just because my parents don't make less than sixty thousand a year 

But what about the hard work I've done and my grades? 

I guess I'm not worthy of assistance, poor little middle class girl should just disappear.