Unpoured

My heart aches, it's disturbing My mind is clouded, it's disturbing My hands are numb, it's disturbing My breathe is asthmatic, it's disturbing. It's as though I'm no human.. It's as though I'm in my own world. It's as though I don't mix.. It's as though I'm in my own world. I know not what I feel I'm doing wrong I know not what I feel  I'm missing I know not what I feel I've misplaced I know not what I feel is wrong with me. IT TRUELY IS DISTURBING.. I ache!

Everything about life is based on making choices. Choices that are good or bad, right or wrong, nice or wicked, with humility or pride, early or late, this or that. They are all what makes life the way it is - how boring or how fun life is, how hectic or how easy life is, how smiley or how teary life is. Why can't we make positive choices all our lives? Can we all live our lives making the right and un-painful choices? I think we do but at that split minute of unwatched words or reaction, they change and become negative. How, you may ask? As a teacher of the English Language in a rural secondary school with unaccomodating students, you try your best to be nice in order to get them to open up towards you and learn. That moment you enter your English Class, all ready to start teaching and you ask "How many of you have the notes for today's class?", to get an answer of 3 hands raised out of 9 students + 3 already absent. Then the decision to take all their n...