The Other Side of Me

When my father died, a part of me died, and another came to life - one that everyone else hated.

I was so angry at the world for summoning such evil forces upon him, I became aggressive and grumpy. I snapped at anyone who crossed my path. I gave everyone grief and, worst of all, gave my mom hell. I was between four walls stretching up into the blue, and I was busy self-destructing ... going into the depths of the unknown, taking everyone down with me.

Then came a time when I evaluated my thoughts. When I killed the bad side of me, I realised I had lost lots of friends. I asked for forgiveness.

Now, my plan is to grow up and give back to the world through writing, because I feel honest when I express my feelings through written words.

-Randall Basson