As I was standing in front of him by the table,
Dad said “You will never be successful in life.”
Those words were like grilled meat,
Being turned in a braai stand on my mind,
Things were pretty grim for a time;
I was living in my own world,
As the pain I felt was like a heart being grinded down.
I was grief-stricken about my life.
Heart in pieces, confidence in mist and a bleak future was all I had.