Insecurities
A little boy was silently sobbing as darkness surrounded his little frame. His dad has closed him in the wardrobe after he was caught dancing to an indecent song.
It was cold. The darkness didn't help either. He sobbed himself to a point of exhaustion. His eyes were tightly shut afraid of the endless black that met his vision when he had his eyes open.
One second he was in a closet. The next he was all grown up and looking at his shoes. His father stood before him, scolding.
" You are worthless. I don't even know why we had you. "
" You were an accident. I wasnt even ready for a baby yet." Taunter another voice.
" It doesn't matter that you were born. Even after we fed you and raise you, you are still useless. Whatever goes through your hands becomes worthless just like you. I wonder who cursed me to father such a child."