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Tuesday, 18 February 2014

At last

I cry, at the toilet room.

Sometimes, I talked too much.
think that I'm good, above average.

Well obviously, I`m not any better than the rest.

Most of the time,
that person doubted me, questioning my capabilities.
always reminding me that at where I am right now, I should be doing this and not that.

Often, I accept sarcasms or criticisms.
I'm that person who could be reprimanded

But today I can't.
Not when he does that in front of other people.
Not when this time, more than twice.

I feel demotivated.
Guess, that's what he wanted me to feel. Good for NOTHING.

I need to vent it out.
So I cry.

:)

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