I TRIED

I tried my best not to flip

With small breathes i held my grip

I stayed cool and collected

For i did not want them to see i was affected

 

I went outside and cried

For  they  did not chain up their pride

I sat down and wrote a letter

To make my withered soul feel better

 

I came back with my head high

Ready to give the bad goodbye

I learnt to stick  with the deserved

Where my soul was well served

 

With time i became more happy

Because I chose to let go of the crappy

I bloomed to become more gifted

And my heart became more  settled

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