When people ask a favor when they are in need
They continue on and your are expected to proceed
Later the favor becomes do a good deed
But the outcome the person is freed
However, no thank you nor what did you think comes up
One does get tired being used
But the other people has no understanding and is confused
It will become a time when one must refuse
There will be a time to charge
Like it or not
When someone does something, it comes from the heart
It’s the goodness of that person
A stranger to one’s eye
It’s wisdom that makes one wise
It’s having understanding in advance
The person was caught by the other person by chance
If you run into this
Don’t let yourself be the loser in dis
Talent is a God given right
Respectful is being polite
Have a different approach go round
Watch as you won’t hear an appreciating sound.

Having
Ultimate
Grief
   well sometimes  Or can mean this
       Hiding
       Ugly
       Guilts

you are
my
favorite
celestial
body

I see the clothes on the floor,
That I choose not to touch,
I'ts all wrinkled and such.

You see it as a mess,
And I certainly do not,

Because only the narrow minded,
Can't understand A creative touch.

Tears are for the weak, they said
Without knowing what lies beneath,
The scars and the shattered heart beats,
And the butterflies that live within.

They're the cowards,
That hide behind a smile,
Not knowing that the true strengths,
Lie within their exposed hearts.

School is just a prison.
White walls.
Strict rules.
Itching souls.
School is just a prison.
After all,
we're told what to wear,
when to eat,
what to do,
what to say,
how to behave.
School is just a prison.
What voice do students have?
What power do we hold?
What checks and balances exist by us?
Like prisoners,
all we can do,
is bow our heads and just
take it.