Inferior Complex

Since a child, I was never popular

The absence of cheerful character

The absence of sweet-talking skills

In comparison, my pretty sweet sister shone brightShe was a bright and sweet looking girl

Despite her mischevious behavior

She was popular

I was not jealous of her

I knew we were different

I started to acknowledge that I was not a lovable child

More certain when my grandma shown indifferent attitude towards me

Quiet as can be, I always walk behind mama

In sought of protection, in sought of love

Only much later in my childhood that I discovered...

Grandma hated me

Hated me for depriving her of my grandpa's attention

As innoncent as a child.. I was hurt by the unintentional hatred of adult

I was hated for something I was not capable of creating

I felt hatred for the first time

No matter how obedient and well-behaved I was, I could never reach grandma's heart

A little heart I had, I was a sensitive and sensible girl

I inquisite into mama, but mama simply put off that I was overly sensitive

The sarcastic remarks grandma frequently threw on me, hurt me deeply

Nights of silent tears came, only myself knew

I wondered why I couldn't be more lovable

I wondered if I was not obedient enough

I became quieter since