Perfection is the Idea
                 Happiness the Goal
                               Money will not take us there.
                                                 Though for Wealth we sell our Souls.

Always fighting an inner war within my mind.
To do what I want,
or what is right.
Rarely do these choices coincide.
That would be too simple.
And so I sigh.
Morality is such a burden
for a good-hearted person.
Though guilt is a much heavier load;
that I should know.
So I must keep to myself.
Follow the golden rule;
though faded as it may be.
I still try to treated people how I want to be treated.
Avoid being too conceited.
Be kind to my foes,
and smile at my enemies.
There are much more important things in life,
than whether or not I am liked.
So if you don't have something nice to say,
just lock your lips and throw out the key.
And go far away from me.

A Poem to My Lilliepad
She's a girl trapped in a world crafted by crooks
Few wrong turns was all it took.
it started off like any other story
growing up full of dreams
until the day she met a boy and fell in love
you should know
nothing is ever what it seems
she was brave, yet everything ends in dust
I feared that everything for her was lost

Then she had her baby girl
that planted an axle in her world
trapped still that she may be
she has something now to keep her clean
keep her ground; safe and sound

Everyday he puts her down
makes her feel small
he isn't even tall
not many can see her frown
but I do.
I see the pain.
I see her confused.
Stuck to the fate that she did choose
back in the day.
She needed to make a change to get away.

He still does those things,
she still lives with him.
But I have faith that she will grow her wings.
Make her escape from her mistakes.
She has all she needs to leave one day.
All her love for her little Lillieanna Mae

Modern Day Cinderella
Everyone knows the fairytale
a precious little girl
growing up in hell
with her step-sisters
and step-mom of evil
that want nothing more,
but to trap her in her shell.
As you all know their plan
to hide her away
and keep her from her prince
failed miserably.
This story can relate to a girl I once knew.
Though in her story
she isn't saved by a fella,
this is my modern day cinderella.

Coming from a broken home,
so nothing normal ever known.
Parents divorced before the fighting
could be imprinted in her memory.
Two years later her father remarried.
So all the sudden she had a new family.
Things were okay at the start,
until she got a little older.
Then it all started to rot.
The stepmother turning green,
full of envy, turning mean.
Father always working late,
her mother off on drugs wasting away.
No one was around to notice the change,
to see the pain on that little girls face.
Her step-mom made her cry everyday.
Hate was the term,
used on a regular basis.
The fear this women created,
evil ever so jaded.
Picking up after her step-sisters day after day.
Who loved to use their anger
to make fun of her, tease her
if she didn't appease them.
Spending all the time she could
hiding in her room
for hours upon end.
They preferred her to be non-existent.

There came a day where
she became brave
and decided to take a stand
she played her hand
escaped the fate she was trapped in
breaking the chains.
Ending this story I tell ya
of modern day Cinderella.