Different phases

Complicated ways of connecting,
Strange ways of interacting,
A kind of a being,
Some refer to me as unkind,
But still i do not get wild,
Like be bitter or get mad,
Because I have taught myself not to let bitterness grow in my heart,
For anger brings forth painful hurt,
That even words cannot describe enough,
At the present time,
Whether in a good or a bad shape,
I have to forge on rite of life,
Few friends and less talks,
Few thoughts with loud silence, 
Just a different phase of life.

Double_O Franklyne.