The Mark of a Star

"You are a disgrace, Azala. All your life, you have been living in the shadow of others, begging and pleading for people to like you. You couldn't even march to the beat of your own drum, you had to go and copy others to satisfy your own selfish desires. Then to top it off, when you didn't get your way, you did what you did to get attention!" my dad yelled.Something inside me snapped, but I didn't cry; I couldn't cry."Is that what you think I did?" I asked softly.