The eyes that could change the world.
If only they could speak.
For they would speak of the woes and trageties
of what lies behind them.
They emit light to show content.
But the light is produced by fire.
It burns, damages, scorns.
Yet yeilds light to see the color.
The beautiful color of his stained-glass eyes.
-n.s.

I'm not who I used to be,
I'm recreated in my own ideal image
set by the my thoughts
that make me who I am
today.
I feel proud to call myself, "me".
Because I would rather be no body else
than the man I made reality.
So here's to those wanting to find themselves.
Wanting to be who they are.
Just set youself free, and
*let it yourself be.

For the first time in awhile
I can parade a meaningful smile
of gratitude and happiness
because of those I share my life with.

No one can tear these feelings down
because who I am is not worth the frown.
And any hateful words don't stand a chance
because no matter what, my heart continues to dance.

My friends and family are always near.
Without them, I wouldn't even be here.
And with my friends, family and sweetheart by my side...
I am happy.
-n.s.

As a kid, I was always told to be the best,
to strive my hardest,
and go above and beyond the status quo.
As a kid, I was always compared to those around me.
Never have I been judged as an individual.
Nay, I was judged in comparison to the success of my peers,
and not for a moment, would I believe that their parents where too doing the same thing.
So instead, let's all be compared to the person we were yesterday.
Instead, let's all be judged by the ability to exceed our own limitations, and rise above them.
Not, the standards of a system.