The disease came. The music was playing. The teachers' words did not ring in the midst. I was sleeping in class. I had to TR cause time was running out. My after school life was never the same. I got out from my sweaty sick bed. I listen to the music over and over again, in case it fades in my head. I crawled. My head was of no help at all. I rested. I tried. I did. I played it. I put all my effort in one small thing. I skipped my training. I skipped my studies.
The day came. I had to do it. was nervous. The worship leader confused me a lot. I was an unhappy lot. I tried but of all things to happen it did happen. I was electrocuted. No one believed me. I sat awaiting the next. But did not realize everyone changed their minds. What words meant to be ok turns out to stab a knife on my back. Without realizing I went on, but suspicions came as I was doing so. Turns out I was right about them. I continued. When everything was done,the few words that came in my head was "That was lousy". I enjoyed my night. Till the day came where the truth was revealed. The answer was expected and it went well. It didn't took long before I snapped. I can't think straight. The day went on with me unfocused.
Looking back. The efforts. The time. The pain. The agony. The trainings missed. Questions dashed in asking...Was it worth it?.. Words failed me. I do not know how but it is UNFAIR!
I asked why? But the answers were worthless. They'll never change their minds. The efforts went down the drain. I can only see the unfairness. All I want to ask, when will it be me? Looks like the road will end soon enough. My question is...... Why?
