Another boring day. I'm always reading. Always studying. “Why do you keep staring at me?” I asked at the students.
I'm no nerd. I'm no genius. But my father is.
It was in grade school when I first experienced his perfectionist attitude. I was the second honor in class and I was proud of it. When I told him that, he said it. “Oh well, why did you become the second place?! You should be at the top!” he said and slammed the door. Tears. Tears were falling down on my eyes. It was very painful. The hurting...continued.
I was grade 7 that time. I belonged to the top 10 in five sections in our school. But I was neither first nor second. I was the fifth. “Fifth? Freaking fifth?! Can't you just be first, Rico?!” my father yelled at my face. Tears again swallowed up my system. He pushed me to the ground and said multiple cusses. I cried so hard. I haven't slept for weeks and months. It made me suicidal.
Dad, why are you so cruel to me? You don't treat me as your son, neither in the 13 years of my existence. Instead of congratulating me, you ruined me! You ruined your own son! Am I really a total failure? Am I?!
Hahahahaha!
It's been 3 years since I was here. Hahahahah! Because of him, yes! Because of him! I was forced to enter this institution, this mental institution! Hahahah!
Tears...tears suddenly fell down my eyes. Aren't I happy now that I am not in his custody? I really am a total failure.
*pauses for a little bit*
Hahahahaha!
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Declamation Speeches
PoetryHi! This is a book of declamation speeches made by yours truly. I might add orations if I have the time.
