You stay in a corner, facing sorrow alone,
Holding back your tears until morning's class is done.
At break, you retreat, locked away in your space,
In your hand, a thick book that you read in silence.
To your classmates, you're aloof and cold,
They no longer even spare you a word.
They resent you for always staying apart,
They've never been kind from the start.
So you endure without a complaint,
Their attitude won't make your spirit faint.
No matter if, with you, they don't want to engage,
Cause being with them feels like being trapped in a cage.
You have no need for empty distractions,
Your few friends provide you enough satisfaction.
So why, then, do you carry such sadness?
It's not from loneliness or its distress.
Your pain comes from your parents, nothing new,
From the harsh words which to you they threw.
They know so little about your life,
Always piercing your heart with their words as sharp as a knife.
About your sister, they never complain,
Why are you the only one receiving the pain ?
You try your best to understand,
Your life consists of satisfying their every demand.
Yet one small mistake, just a minor slip,
And they scold you with an iron grip.
Greatness is what they want you to seek,
Urging you to climb to the peek.
Their ways sometimes seem unfair to you,
But you convince yourself that's the best path for you to pursue.
