I've been called useless by my mum... again.

am i really that useless?

Maybe. Squandering my life away, not holding back

hours are like water, waste them perpetually

what really defines useful?

Does only studying, doing housework, or pleasing her mean useful?

I guess so, whatever i do, she will never find a good point.

when i study, she says i am just acting in front of her.

must i really do so?

i live for myself, not for others, i don't like to get influenced.

i hate people poking into my lives.

i live life the way i like it, the same way i would write a essay.

morally correct, ethical, or what not, its all my choice.

unless someone takes away that pen,

i would relentlessly, press on, in search of self-gratification.

the line between bad and good, is oh so illusive.

It's all in the eye of the beholder.