just when i though no one cares, no one's on my side, i felt light, i felt hope, the moment i am cared for,
i lack love, warmth and the nutrients needed for a seed to grow
i lack chances, time, and the intelligence for me to do well in promos.
Did i try?
Did i give up alrady?
Should i try?
Should i surrender to the condescending hypocritical teachers.
Who cares?
Who doesn't?
I will never know.
While my father talks loudly on the phone in the living hall, i sulk, think,
Why dont they care, why arent they concerned?
I am , after all, the fruit of their labour.
Where is the support and rapport i am suppose to depend on?
Am i going to be what i have always detested?
i am a thinker, or a tinker.
Just when i thought i own, i am owned.
By the cruelty of life, by the critcs of me, and opposed by those black baboons that cross the world no purpose in life.
Where is the sun , when i am at the darkest point of my life, or is there more darkness that is going to overcome my once, sunny and lively LIfe, i have lived for 16 years?
i ponder, and i did it again, i regret, and i regretted it once more,
IS life always full of regrets? Discuss your answer.
i FEar,
I fear, for what will be coming, the consequence of my hard work,
Will i survive this ordeal,
Even if i promote, will i cope?
Will i advance?
GOd, bless me once more, for i am your disciple.
.][-Splattered my blood on
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