As I was nervously seating in the waiting chair
And my parents keep scolding me in pair.
They didn't realize how down I am
In the front of my classmates, I was like a damn.
They are always saying 'improve your this and your that'
But do they really know how to do this and how to do that?
They keep asking if my grades are all jokes,
Or I was just being under Satan's yoke.
Is this the life of a student in the lower section?
Or I was just anxious of discrimination?
My teacher invited them inside to talk
So they stopped scolding me and started to walk.
At first it was all greetings...
But then again they started the meeting
While they were talking inside
I hear their voice side by side by side.
Their meeting continued in the other side of the door.
And it was breaking me like I will collapse on the floor.
I can hear their topic
And their voices are some kind of sarcastic.
They talked about my failing grades
But the respond of my parents is quite delayed.
It is because of my teacher's story
It is not really hers, but the story of me.
She said that I may not be brainy
But my heart is all but purity.
After my teacher ended my long and heartwarming story
My parents open the door and their eyes were a bit teary.
They said they were very sorry
For all the things they have uttered so badly.
Now they know who I really am
And their proud of me being their son.
Now I'm happy that they've understand.
Thanks to my teacher to made them change their mind.
