Thursday, November 06, 2008
I tell you I improved also no use. You still question my results. You still think it's bad. It's never good enough. So what if i worked hard and see an improvement. I'm happy for awhile and all it takes is you to tell me it's not good enough. Where's the encouragement?
I tell you that I'm stupid also no use. You still say it's not good enough. You still think I haven't studied hard enough. Whether I put in effort or not, as long as the results doesn't show, it's not good enough. I practised so hard for math and I'm really happy for the improvement. But no, it's not an A, so it isn't good enough.
When will you learn to accept the fact that you have an average daughter who's never good in anything? When will you learn that your daughter is stupid and never good enough? Why wouldn't you be satisfied with me and just me, just the way I am?
Have you seen the late nights? Have you seen the tears and frustrations? Do you understand that I cannot study the whole day or I'll just go mad?
Do you think it's so easy to sit for all the damn papers? Do you even care about the process? Dammit, don't you think I'll be upset with my own results. And I still think it's fine.
But to you, it's never good enough. Dammit. Go adopt a genius for your daughter.
I tell you I improved also no use. You still question my results. You still think it's bad. It's never good enough. So what if i worked hard and see an improvement. I'm happy for awhile and all it takes is you to tell me it's not good enough. Where's the encouragement?
I tell you that I'm stupid also no use. You still say it's not good enough. You still think I haven't studied hard enough. Whether I put in effort or not, as long as the results doesn't show, it's not good enough. I practised so hard for math and I'm really happy for the improvement. But no, it's not an A, so it isn't good enough.
When will you learn to accept the fact that you have an average daughter who's never good in anything? When will you learn that your daughter is stupid and never good enough? Why wouldn't you be satisfied with me and just me, just the way I am?
Have you seen the late nights? Have you seen the tears and frustrations? Do you understand that I cannot study the whole day or I'll just go mad?
Do you think it's so easy to sit for all the damn papers? Do you even care about the process? Dammit, don't you think I'll be upset with my own results. And I still think it's fine.
But to you, it's never good enough. Dammit. Go adopt a genius for your daughter.