The way our blazing passions collided was beautiful
Our sparks were caught in an eternal ballad
Each mimicking the ecstatic bursts of the other

But our dance
Turned into a fight

It was a perfect storm
Two scorching typhoons of emotions
Plowing through the paths we once ventured together
Ripping through -and burning -the fields where our souls first touched
Erasing our memories from our hearts

Our fury burned bright
But our ballad remained beautiful
The music of our universes being torn apart whaled
As we both animated our destructions

But somewhere in our scattered souls
Deep inside the ashes of our love
A flame still shine

All my life people made fun of my clothes
They didn’t see the things I went through
or why I wasn’t like the rest
They just wanted me new and improved

They’d push me down and call me names
they’d make my life rough and hard
They said i was too busy day dreaming
and to be accepted was a wish upon the stars

Society saw me as an outcast
with a strange vibe and without a soul
I was rejected as a person
with a broken heart that could never be whole

I was told I needed to change
change what I wore, how I acted, and who I could be
To be like another I had to act like another
there was no uniqueness left to see

Society still then wouldn’t like a wallflower like me
no matter what I could never forget that time I was rejected
But now with a smile on the outside and the clothes of society
i was still broken on the inside asking myself, is this what its like to be accepted?

words… I was never good with words
But I came to understand one thing about them…
We let them define us…
We let them become what we believe
that then becomes what others see.
And we decide that we want to change ourselves
Well Im telling you to put those words on the lowest shelf
Make them less of a priority than you
until they’ve been in your shoes
Then again they never will and never can
Because no one fully will understand
So take those words in the palm of your hand
and let them slip away                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            
Let yourself create what words mean to you
and let the good ones stick like glue
While letting the others go
Make the words your own
Make it hurt less than the ones hard as stone
Who says you have to go by the dictionary
This isn’t a game of complicated Pictionary
It may be hard to be accepted
but accepting yourself is the first stage in avoiding rejection
These words don’t make you who you are
These words unless you change them will just leave unnecessary scars
and I know...
It might sound like the craziest thing you’ve ever heard
but words don’t define you… you define words