date: Saturday, February 26, 2005 @ 10:06 am
title: Book of Grievances: Part I
Who is my friend?
Who is my acquaintance?
Who is my companion?
Who is my amigo?
Who is my confidant?
Who is my assoicate?
Who is the lion that awaits for the chance to prowl onto me?
Who is who...
For years, I kept myself in isolation.
I kept my life to myself and wore a mask to cover up
the abusing I receive at home. The discrimination by my relatives.
Just becos, I'm the least of the family among my relatives.
I wasn't my parents' favourite.
I was the dumbest among my cousins.
I was treated as a young slave by my parents than a child.
I was expected a higher standard from my deans.
I was I isn't.
All these bitterness gave birth to self-abuse..
I made myself to do things, that a child couldn't.
I pushed myself to gain muscles to carry heavy loads to please my parents.
I kept my mouth shut when people insulted me.
I submitted to every responsibility that being a scapegoat was so common.
I was a stepping stone to many people's goal.
I was nothing in their eyes.
I remembered that my laugther and smile were stolen at the age of 7,
when I had to face all odds that a child shouldn't be facing yet.
I was though sold to slavery and being perverted to excell in my studies.
Just becos I was the youngest. I was the least.
14 years.. I had no friends. No one to rely on. No one to seek advice.
No one to listen to my grievances. No one..
When people insult me, I wish that I just tell them that they have no right to condemn me. Becos they dunno what my life had been.
An Authentic Introvet being a Superifical Extrovet.
For 14 year.. its like that. A curse upon myself that cannot to lifted.
