Today, for the umpteenth time, I was told that I am an uptight, emotional person.
Perhaps we all are, at times, for the right reasons.
We tend to ask why but we don’t wait for the answer.
We take emotions at face value and assume we know every detail behind it.
The gaze we cast on others – sometimes cast them behind cages we can’t feel
Cast walls and walls in between – walls of denial and disappointment
We’ve forgotten how to give chances – because we weren’t given any.
The words we threw at each other,
Were in fact cries of help.
The rage we felt,
Which stirred the bitterness in our hearts;
Was a concoction of our past regrets and disappointments.
Like a broken mirror – pieces of yourself that you’d hate to see in others.
Caught in a whirlpool of emotions, struggling to save others.. from ourselves.
Love is a strange thing to comprehend.