Pain

     I was taciturn and coy. When I was a young girl, I consistently had dreams about buffoons and grungy hags. Since then, I unceasingly felt vacuous.

     I was so garrulous before. It became obnoxious and that made me conspicuous. I hate all my parents' tautologies. I'm overdosed with the apothegms that they throw on me everyday. If I was given a chance to change who my parents were, I would. I really dislike them. I never had a wonderful rapport with them. I never did feel consanguineous with my siblings. All damn day, and all damn night, all I do was to suffer. I wish I wasn't even born. 

     Until now, my life is still rambunctious. My whole family considers me as a black sheep because they say I'm contumacious. Yes, because my whole life is a living hell. A hell full of faitours. You don't know my story so don't you dare judge me. Now, I'm just waiting for the day that somebody would probably realize how much I worth and just be unanimous with me.