Saturday, January 30, 2010

Do They?

Parents always say they know us best. Is that really so? Every single time I hear that familiar doorbell which beckons their coming, a sense of dread sweeps over me. Why? Because when they come home, they don't start talking to me with concern instead i would expect a series of interrogations and lectures. How much homework have u done? Why didn't you put your socks away? Why didn't wash the dishes? Do you know how busy I am? Why can't i get a "How was your day?" Show me some care and concern.
I can't even talk to them, they never understand. When i tell them that i hate chinese they would just tell me to study harder, or to stop talking so negatively. I don't need your friggin' advice what i want is someone who can share my problems, someone who would stand by me. I don't need a person who is always contradicting my views. Why can't u understand? You don't even know my favorite color. Huh. You guys call you my parents are u even fit to be so? I can't talk to you about anything. I can't tell you about my day. Because you don't want to accept it. When i can't find a book, and i need help finding it or someone to share my worries. You weren't there. You were lecturing me, you were scolding me , you DON'T understand. What happened to the care and concern? Where is the "Don't worry, we will help you find it, after all, we are family". Why can't you be more loving. Why can't you say that you love me? Why is it always disappointment? Have i not done enough to "impress" you? Have i not given you face?

Everyday, i hide all this lack of love, this lack of concern with the jovial self that most people know me to have. I feel like crying out but no one will hear me. I feel like screaming, i want to let them know, but i'm sure they will not understand. They will cal me childish, they will say i'm spoilt. I've had it. If you read this, then congratulations, you have just seen Aaron's true self. You would want to make amendments. Or, you could just take the another alternative, stay as you are. What do you care anyway.

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