Conflict Resolution and me

I was sorry that I was different. He said he loved me, but he didn't know how. Maybe he tried his best. He demanded I fight his demons for him because he failed. I tricked myself into believing they were my demons. He left and I didn't say anything. I felt like I was kind. No one bought it. The ground beneath my feet began to shift violently. Doubt began to seep. I stopped believing I was smart. The days became long. I took every relationship that had shown me unconditional love and smashed it into pieces. There was a relief though, there was nothing left to screw up. I was finally alone. I let myself cry. I stopped struggling. Everything turned very still. I thought I'd die, but my heart kept beating. It didn't care about what I thought. My heart stopped apologizing. It became quiet. I was still breathing. If I fell, I knew that I could get up. It was hard at first. I stopped fretting and started exploring. I practiced falling. I was always stuck at a question; You ca

Don't be affected too much by all the small things in life for all the small things will come and go and you'll lose focus from the big things But don't be affected too much by the big things in life for life is lived in the small things and the moments that come and go by I looked at her with happiness and not just a smile "You're my small thing I said and laughed" Forgot to mention that she's also my big thing. One day when I was listening to my friend's stories, I told him all of this big stuff and small stuff and how it affects us and ruins what we call happiness. It is always easier said than done, and After A few days,  when I was upset about something, He wonderfully converted that conversation into a poem and showed it to me. He gave me exactly what I needed at the moment and I can never thank him enough for everything. Always guiding me about studies, books, and life.  This poem means a lot to me now, for two reaso

The side effects of being me, Are even greater than the natural disaster it seems. Whatever I do, always goes wrong. When I want a chicken it turns out to be a prawn. When I shoot the basketball at practice It always goes in But when it comes to show others My experiences are as odd as huckleberry Finn's. When in the corridor I am having a talk. Mam comes up and thinks i am having a nice walk. Whenever I use a bit of slang, I get a painful slash- slap -bang. Being egoistic was once a trend But it made me break up with my best friend. My short temper makes me turn people topsy-turvy. But then it makes me ask the teacher for some mercy I am pretty good at making excuses I will make a new one if other diffuses In any subject when I share my oh-so-unpleasant views in the whole class, it becomes hot news At the end of the day when I think Everything is going to be fine And the night is going to be mine When I can think what all I did and got during the day And I