that feeling from within, the deepest pools of within

Maybe I had finally grown accustomed to it.

Maybe, I had mustered how to face them, and their wrath.

Maybe it'll be like this,

A few silent tears and it'll pass

"I'll do well and leave them, I'll do so well I'd take off so fast" yep, that's the mantra.

Oh and maybe, maybe I got 7/80 for an exam for a reason besides laziness, for an entirely different reason.

I'd seen their faces, those people whom id cared about, who had expected more than the crushing disappointment. Maybe the disappointment weren't meant for them, maybe never was it meant for them.

Oh and maybe I've finally managed to muster this genuine smile, that crept right through the usual facade because this time, it's not gonna be the same.

I'm gonna reek perfect, I'm gonna be so filthy perfect, you're gonna hate it. Because I'm gonna be that perfect kid, you've always dreamed of. I'll haunt your dreams.

My dear Mr and mrs Tan, you would never expect that I, would be so perfect that it'll bother you.

That your own daughter'll be the nightmare you would never have dreamt of.

Oh the irony.