Why does my paternal dad plot against my subconscious?

[Vincente Jackson-Dismas Voraigne]

Why does my father, whom i live with, always wish for me to not do any
homework and waste time?

The schoolboy types his story well pacedly. His first productive
achievement is on a well focused roll for a first time in a long time.
Only a sudden it took to be disturbed by a faint knocking on his
door.
A family member, perhaps seeking for some sort of household
information regarding his, he thought.
He hears a voice cleverly disguised as ignorance, to express a calling
so that the boy on the very end of the room cannot hear over his
music.
The boy lost his concentration. His mind was now set on whether he
should answer the door or not. As he realizes the situation, his guilt
passes by him only to make him write about his bothersome parent. He
writes his paragraph as an excuse to express his silent outrage. His
father had always done this to him. Now it has just crossed to the
point where he can finally analyse such parental tyranny in words. He
writes
Of his parents merely of their own fakery. His imagery acts out in his
parents very projections-- detailed flesh of skins, capable artificial
emotions and pre-simulated actions. He writes as if he was admiring
the well structured harmony in their corruptive psychology. Wherefore
in their plotting again, upon the climax of the boy‘s one-act play
production, another knock arrives quickly. He sees right through them
and the subtle evil disrupts his writing meditative state. He
concludes with his father secretly programming himself in the past, to
avoid any evidence of lies in the goal of distracting his son from any
possible creativity. To steal his love of art and crumple them amidst
his consciousness and overdue school homework, the bastard I may
forgive.

As I see his emptiness and write the climax to my play (due for
English 10)
my mind just stops while my father knocks my door! Why did my train of
thought collapse suddenly?