You vs me

There is a child in me.

Where she throws tantrum, and hates everyone she looks at. She sends negative vibe all over because that's

what she feels -- negativity. Everything in life is bad and bad is in every corner she turns. She hates the fact that some particular people only need her to vent but shunned her away when its her turn to do so. She wish hell for every person who scratch her thin silhouettes, though they did not even manage to tear it, just a small scratch led her to rage. Bad thoughts follow her everywhere. Her daily routine is to remember every mean words, every mistake, every half- ass apologize she received, plotting how she would avenged it. There is a child in me, with madness driven to kill. 

But then, there's  a matured girl in me.

Where when she hurts, she keeps silence because there are no good come out of a silly arguments. Her feelings tumble and hurts easily so she keep her distance. She could see people with compassion instead of finding every reason to hate them. She wishes people well even when they did not return her favor to listen or to vent. She practices good thoughts to brush off the bad thoughts. Now she could proudly say she doesn't want to kill anymore. 

I experienced love beyond words and tolerance beyond limits to keep the child away.