For fifteen years I slept in the depths of unconsciousness,
never realizing the true absurdity of my environment;
Then in recent times, I awake to the reality of my ironic existence:
I, a normal, intelligent, God-fearing man of fifteen
had actually taken up habitation (accidentally) amidst imbeciles,
  among whom I can not coexist.
Now, the question is how did one like myself survive in the
  chastising atmosphere,
The atmosphere created by two abnormal, unintelligent, pagan parents,
and two argumentative, incompetent siblings who, by their very nature
  cohabitated with our parents.
It seems incredible that when all of my most intelligent, mature decisions
  were rudely rejected,
that I was still able to retain a near-normal blood-pressure and adrenaline level
And that every time my fondest hopes and dearest dreams were shattered by
  mutated circumstances, created by my parents,
I did not burst out sobbing, but rather put a lid on my
  deepest thoughts and feelings;
For fifteen years I controlled the volcanic pressure by pure mental power.
Now I realize that for each time my dreams were crushed, or
  decisions thoughtlessly thrown away,
and I mentally camouflaged the bitterness in my tormented soul,
I was dangerously concealing more anguish than each time before.
The problem is now a question of intelligently choosing my future.
Will I continue to let the awesome, mind-shattering force build up,
  until it becomes exponential,
threatening to explode, and destroy my simulated peace of mind?
Or will I try with all my aforementioned mental power to try to be content
  in my unfortunate situation,
because of my knowledge, that in several years I will be free from the evil bondage
  of childhood under small-minded parents?