I was stopped at every place where I wished to flow. Noone ever stopped me when I wanted to take rest. You pull me to my extents and stare till I break, concluding " you are worthless ".
And now when I wake up, all I remember is it wasn't my lack, it was yours. Filling a cubical void with a sphere and cursing the sphere to be cubical.
Maybe I am not meant for the world you chose for me. Maybe you are wrong. Maybe your blunt emotional spears don't hit me anymore. Maybe all your orders are just splitting us far.
You call me a part of yours, expect me to follow traditions, practically forcefully. You pray for my bright future knowing that it is burning me. Just for your boasting, draining my happiness to the false idealness. Spoiling my present, to secure my future. Noone to ask me about me, what makes me happy, what keeps me happy.
All I understand is that's how I damaged myself in past, that's how I am killing my present and such an interesting base would create a beautiful build in future.
I don't envy someone. I don't care what someone is or how he managed to get into some damned college.
I am happily wealthy that most of millionaires who don't even have time to smile, who even don't have time to spend their Satan's money. Even without them, I am here, laughing vaguely, without even a thought of others.
Maybe that's what they called generation gap. The rift between us isn't a result of a day or two. It is coming right from day one when you decided to that I will fulfill your half dreams.