If conversations with me become arguments, refrain. I am a timid, happy-go-lucky person; I might not teem with generosity but still, I pour. I'm an ocean in myself, I'll weave your slurs and the chagrin in sheepish smiles, and I'll be your punching bag. Wrath, and frustration, all the bad days, I'll soak them all inside myself, after all, I'm an ocean, and I've learnt to soak everything. But, I have days too, when I forget I'm a people-pleaser and then I'm a volcano, and then if you are in a conversation with me, refrain. These are days when the slightest of your jests, are bubbles in the lava that rages to ooze out of me, and when it does, I become an ocean again, then I feel guilty and I do what I do best on good days, I pour. So if you're in a conversation with me and you get hurt, I'll be head to toe for you when I'd be an ocean, but before that, refrain.