Conscious Efforts

In a fit of rage I yell
On top of my voice.
My Adam's apple bears the brunt;
The decibel level reaches a high;
The listeners' ear drums take the strain.

In the fading moments of tension and wrath
I regret shouting at my mother,
I regret losing my cool.

Patience - a saintly virtue
Should I adopt,
For fury is not worth my time,
Fury is not a worthy emotion.

Umpteen resolutions have gone in vain,
Countless "sorry"s have vanished in thin air,
Making me regret, regret
And do nothing but regret.

I admit I'm imperfect,
But I'm ashamed
I don't make an effort
To change my self,
To behave as to not regret later.

With oodles of grit and conscious efforts
Will I try my best to achieve what I need.

After all,
Rome was not built in a day.

Don't be sorry, my friend

 

Don't be sorry, my friend.

I'm not broken.

My life will take a bend,

For all my emotions I've spoken.

Nothing was intentional,

It all happened unexpectedly.

I've never been conventional.

That's what affected me greatly.

I've woken up from my slumber, and

Realized it was an awesome dream.

I'll forever remember this,

As just another awesome dream. 

Don't be sorry, my friend.

You never said anything wrong.

You want me to be happy till the end, and

Happy will I be lifelong.

I haven't lost anything,

As far as I can recall. 

But my emotions and ceaseless thinking

Only resulted in increased hair fall.