no more than just an illusion
yet a face revealing the pain
which wasn't there before

a prisoner chained
by the requirements
without a key to free
the loving heart inside

a mirror with a scar
may not be perfect
yet each one is different
in its own special way so
don't overlook the qualities
a scar can sometimes hide

there's no way to turn back time
so why hold on to old pain?
let go of the echo's of the past
wipe away all the falling tears

little by little learn from the
mistakes made and change
the wrongs into the rights
with every new day
there is a new horizon

Your eyes ,
               the look .

Your voice ,
               the words .

Your lips ,
               the silhouette .

Your smile ,
               the light .

Your body ,
               the strength .

You ,
               the perfection .

Your love ,  
               the perdition .

People are not flat and uninteresting,
they are more than their sexuality,
more than their race or ethnicity,
they are more then  their diseases and their disorders,
a person should not be judged based on a single factor of their lives,
they shouldn't be hated for loving a show or finding comfort in reading something you may not particularly care for at all,
people are more than their singular qualities,
People are complex,
People are beautifully and undeniably complex in a thousand bound and unbound wires that knot and twist and turn to form a being,
People are not these things at all,
People are these things as a whole.