SUICIDAL-WAVES
Once a boy told me his story and went like this,
“I heard them call me a Psycho. I did not understand why… As I think now I guess it was because I was silent, aggressive, possessive, passionate and about who I am and what I believed in. Initially I resisted to accept it and to move on as I was. Eventually, I recollect, learnt to take pride in what they thought of me- I was a Psycho! I developed my tender traits of psycho over the limits just to fit into the label they gave me. I lost my subtle aggressiveness that meant no harm to anyone to violence inside of me. This violence I reflected to my outside world unknowing. Now they feared me, but how can they I was the baby of the union of their words, their harsh words. I only tried to be the best Psycho ever. Later they started preaching to me about how am I and how I must change. This brought in confusion I was never this monster but I made myself proud of it now it is hard to let go. I detested their words of so called wisdom. I despised their looks, their frowns and worst of all their silence when I was around.

All I was a child wanting friends and I thought they would be my friends if I lived upto to their expectations. But I did make friends, worst conceivable friends who told me that the pain they gave me would make me a stronger rebel and the truth they showed me would pull me to paranoia. Paranoid just one step above psycho in turn it took me forward but now it was all for myself. The psycho that I did not let go was a part of me craving to be stronger and stronger. Darkness engulfed my innocence and hallucinations made me real! My life and I were a walking talking personification of Irony.”

to be continued.....