No More Walls

You would surely come to think that death is better than living a life like mine. If only you know the enormity of being a son of an accused person; if only you can feel how boorish feeling seeped into my veins whenever and wherever I hear those words, I beg you to early adjourn all what you are busy for and take time to comfort me, please. Yes, I’m still young and just a sixteen year old lodger of this world but so what? I can now relate my tears to those of the television dramas.
            My story neither is yet in its climax nor at its peak then, I directed my acts in this world, but, there are a lot of irksome pressures that influenced those. Anxieties that may affect you as well as it is true to me today.
            I came from a simple but happy and simple family but all of us wince to this thought- that my mother is having an affair with my neighbor. Well, I should put an adjective to that (I’m sorry Lord for saying this) ugly and hen-pecked husband. What a world? Can’t they just zipped their mouth and try to scrutinize what causes the impulsion of this hullabaloo? The saddest thing is that my little sister is thought to be the disgraced child born in that adultery. Very sad for in the very first place, my mother couldn’t do an infidelity with my father, wouldn’t even decide things without the consensus of my father. Oh my poor little sister. Only awful people can afford to agree to that frivolous hearsay. Having these hurts that bleeds in my heart are just maybe few of the reasons why many students have gone out of their dreams. How can I, a mediocre individual would study then with these controversies that is being faced by the one who made me exist to this world?
            On the other hand, I know I’m being given a problem, like this by God because He knows I can endure these. I know God is with me. You know what would I survive until now? It is because I always think that my problems were just tiny speck of the wounds that Jesus has suffered here on earth on her way to Calvary.
            And what had happened today? I feel pity for their family that loathed and hated us; They are now not any less than pieces of broken glass on the floor, their house is no longer a home, it is only but a house. A house that if you would compare to facebook, facebook is grateful to have a wall, perhaps, but they? Their souls are now dying and not living in a house of no more walls.