Shithole

Time again, you never fail to be the big, fat, obnoxious bully who always pushes me down to the shithole. You would then ridicule me and humiliate me, telling me how much of a failure I am. Your face always make me seem like it needs a punch - from me. To say that I hated you would be a complete understatement. I wished you would disappear and vanish from the surface of the earth, never resurfacing, ever again. Your mirthless laugh, the way you cackle, like some sort of a cross breed between a hyena and a witch, is disgusting beyond words. I thought I could easily take 3 golf balls and stuff it into your ginormous mouth and praying that you would choke on them all. Who would then have the last laugh now, eh?

But no, the way I wished and wanted things to be will just stay status quo. In reality, I was pushed into a shithole, covered in shit and having to hear all the insults you hurl at me. Each time I try to retaliate, nothing happened. I would always have to wait for you to stop laughing at me covered in shit and walk away before I struggle to climb out of the shithole and wash myself clean. Even then, I would curse and swear, hoping that something bad would befall upon you. You never cared about how I felt, so why should I? I don't even get why you love to push me into that same shithole so much. Nothing you see in me is ever good enough for you. I'm just waiting for the day you would say that I am just a piece of shit that is nothing compared to your favorite son. After all, I'm nobody's favourite.

This is so what I'm feeling now.