"Stop, don't feel that," I think sharply;
As though I can control mind and
Heart-what a joke, it's like catching
Salt from a pile of sprinkled sand.
"I'm in love," I snide from within,
Yet the pressure boils steady
And I can't help but yearn in such
Overweighing, cold agony.
"Don't look"- my eyes dart straight to him
While the guilt overflows my chest,
Setting the butterflies ablaze,
A raging fire in this mess
That I created at first sight.
"He isn't anything you like,"
I try but I know it'll fail;
It's true but this attraction's spike
Still cuts through like a sharpened blade.
"You love him more and he loves her",
Despite the honesty it held,
The reality was ******.
He has his troubles with his love
And although feelings might be on
One side, this emotion can't be
Shaken; innocence has foregone.
Two options remain: wait and see
Or shut my eyes and feel it bleed.

I was born on a cold, snowy day in October.
At the time I had no idea what life will bring.
And life brought indeed many things.
The first one that came to play was Sadness.
Sadness brought me to my knees many times.
The first time I encountered Sadness was when my parents got divorced.
I cried a lot.
I just couldn't get used to it.
Sadness saw me covered up in blankets and brought his siblings to join the game.
Their names were Stress, Bullying, Depression and Agony.
I got picked on a lot for being different.
For being me.
I'm thankful for these experiences though.
Maybe you're wondering why.
It made me stronger!

There are good and happy memories as well.
But the bad ones are overweighing.
But I don't mind.
I learned to leave happy shows behind.
Dead to the sense of every joy.
That's how I became a melancholy boy.