To the man who called me "dysfunctional"

To you, my "dysfunctional" exterior seems to be nothing more than a failed performance

Sloppy, ill-rehearsed and an overall thoughtless disaster

A travesty in short

That it is something so grotesque that no human should ever lay his or her eyes upon it

as its stench will carry on with them for the rest of their lives

My eyes, however, see it as a glorious masterpiece in the making

The slop you see is growing cleaner and cleaner by the day

Rehersals are growing more and more rigorious with outstanding results produced

And the 'thoughtlessness' is turning into a well-polished and grand performance

Mucher grander than you can imagine

All you see is garbage but not the tireless effort and extensive revisions

that is being poured into producing this so-called "garbage"

In your later years

you may come to realize that perhaps you were much too harsh on a novice performer

But for now, to the man who called me "dysfunctional",

Screw you.