I am..

I am the son whom you thought was always independent,but had depended on you so much the past seventeen years.I am the son who is lazy and does not pack his own bedsheets when he wakes up in the morning.I am the son who whined the most, got everything he wanted, the way he wanted yet not contented with his life.I am the son who has been much of an ingrate.

I am the child who is still young at heart,but pretending to act mature whenever people are around.I am the child who has become adept in hiding his own feelings,a child that can never be conceived as one now.I am the child who is seventeen years old now, and still sleeps with soft toys.

I am the grandson who grew closest to you,whom throughout the years, became increasingly disrespectful towards you and often snapped back at you when you ask if i had eaten.I am the grandson who often pockets money out of you, and give nothing back in return.I am the one who would make you feel guilty at times and wants your attention 24/7, yet show no care for you at all.

I am the unfriendly friend who doesn't socialise and talk around much, often being dubbed as the 'dao' guy.I am the friend who values integrity so strongly that if a friends is in need, i would unwittingly be there to give a hand.

I am the friend whom you thought you can depend on,yet i often fail to make my word.I am the irresponsible friend to turn up at the bus stop late every morning and, more often than not, end up late for school.I am the clever friend who you always think so,the one to usually skip classes and yet score full marks,but for the formal never was i such a person.

I am the brother who loves to bully you whenever loneliness at home preoccupies my empty mind.I am the monsterly brother who would always persuade you into doing me favors by giving fake promises.

I am the irritating one who gave you so much trouble this year.I am the one who would occasionally take a peek at you whenever you are not looking, in hope that you will look back.And when you look back, i retreat shyly and pretend i'm busy.I am the one who tries to getclose to you, but in all attempts you shun away at the sight of me.I am the coward who lacked courage to talk to you,despite knowing you would put me off even before i get close to you.Yet, i am the stubborn one who still chose this path,knowing myself it would not work out.
because...