A Bundle Of Contradictions

Mixed verse. 
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Contrary to popular opinion,
Love is,
A lot more than,
Grand gestures, passionate declarations; 
Love is when a mother,
Comforts you so your pain goes away,
Gives your forehead a gentle kiss,
And a warm hug that's pure bliss; 
Love is when a father,
Sits beside and patiently, teaches you,
Everything about the mysteries of life,  Stays strong beside you during a dark strife; 
Love is when a grandma, Makes you laugh,
With her hilarious anecdotes,
Of a village life filled with trees and boats; 
Love is when a grandpa,
Pats your back,
Just so you peacefully fall asleep,
In times when you can only weep; 
Love is when an uncle and aunt,
Take you out on weekends,
To celestial planetariums, glittering musicals,
 Each moment with them is simply magical; 
Love is when a little cousin,
Barges into your room,
And bosses over you,
Tells you what to do; 
Love is when you see,
A baby cousin,
Saying your name correctly, out loud,
Strangely, you can't help but feel proud; 
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A dear friend of mine had once quoted, "You feel the loneliest in a crowd." 
Two weeks ago, I believed it wholeheartedly. I was someone who wouldn't really interact with people. No, I wasn't an introvert. I was someone who would think ninety-seven times before I said something. I was someone who often thought excessively about what everyone else thought about me. 
But everything changed since the first day of camp. 
The minute I stepped inside the school campus, I thought, Why don't I stop giving a damn about what people thought about me? I'm here to make friends, not weigh my questions!? Why don't I just be myself? How does that sound? 
Enough about me, now. 
It's you guys who made everything all the more worthwhile. 
I had apprehensions. I thought that all we would have to do was learn, learn and learn. I thought a lot of the kids who'd come would be snooty. I thought that I would be utterly isolated. 
Boy, was I so wrong. 
This camp was one of…

No, I wasn't abducted by aliens. 
Nor was I whisked off to Hogwarts or Camp Half-Blood. 
(I wish that would have happened!) 
I'm too busy trying to know myself and adjusting in a new school (here, they call it 'junior college'. But for your sake - and mine - I wish to call it school!). I'm learning new stuff and the environment in my new school sucks. Everyone is so bloody competitive and you gotta work your butt off if you wish to be "at the top!"
Unfortunately, since I'd been in the same school for ten years, it was difficult to adjust to the new surroundings. None of my old school's friends were there and more than half the kids came from different boards of education. 
It was tough to adjust to the new curriculum and new people. The kids were so starkly different from the ones I'd hung out with at school. They were like, super-smart and being in the presence of such... such brilliant kids made me feel insecure. 
It wasn't just that. 
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She’s so nice, Her soul is devoid of any vice, She’s so kind, Has a crystal clear mind,
Poor little good girl, Is forced to live in a dreamworld, Where there are people with heart of gold, Where she’d meet a perfect best friend and a person, who’s going to be there forever,
Poor little good girl, She doesn’t realize that her world is swamped by many a queen bee, Who are oh-so-completely plastic? Who think that she’s somewhat spastic,
For not being able to talk like them, Replace talk with ‘blabber’, why don’t you?
Poor little god girl, She doesn’t realize guys no longer see, If her heart’s truly golden, They only look at how much makeup she’s slapped on her face Poor little good girl indeed
Poor little good girl, She doesn’t realize that swearing isn’t her style, So out of naivety she does that for a while, And regrets it all, later on, Poor little good girl, She is frustrated with the plastic dolls around her, Who only ‘pretend’ to be completely ‘delightful’? Deligh…