Put aside your self judgement.

Of course, everyone is their own critic.

Even the high and mighty know

That all that glitters is not gold,
But still it still shines

Remember to love yourself because

You are the reason people write poetry.

Don't be afraid to love yourself again.

Am I afraid of anything?
Not really.
Once you've seen it all,
There's nothing left to see.
Most of you were afraid
Of the monster in the closet.
I was afraid of the man that stood
In the corner.
Monsters do not live in closets.
They live in their own homes.
They're the ones you pass by
Every day on the street.
Some of you even looked
Under your beds.
But how do you look for something
That's in your mind?
When you had a bad dream,
You woke up and told mom and dad.
Then it was over and a new day began.
What happens when the nightmare
Lasts for eight years?
Who do you tell
When no one believes you?
Most of you have probably gotten
To a point in life,
Where you can't recognize yourself
In the mirror.
But what does it mean when you can't
Recognize any of the several faces
Staring back at you?
When you were mad,
You slammed the door.
But have you ever had the door
Slam on you?
Most of you have tried talking to the dead
But what happens when the dead
Start speaking to you?
Some of you may call other's crazy,
But have you ever had someone
Call you crazy instead?

In every rose
There is a thorn
A feeling sharp and strong

To play it safe
And not to rush
Until a true love comes along

You spoke to me
A time before
And listening was my worst mistake

That I will know
When love has come
But all I had was a heart to break

And every time
I fell in love
It seems all I hit was ground
And now I know
And now I know
And I have to reap what I sow

But if i knew then
What i know now
Would things still be the same?
But now I know
Now I know
And i only have myself to blame

And this is why
I built these walls
A fortress for my heart
And now I know
And now I know
That my pain is a work of art

But if I could
Change the past
Would I make the same mistake?
But I can't turn back the time
And I can't give my heart to break

And now I know,
Now I know
And I have to reap what I sow

People like us don't change.
We just do a little better each time.

And, as we grow,
While time passes through the glass,
May we always remember
That, with time, people change.
Of course, even if they don't,
May we always remember
That it's ourselves
That we hurt in the long run.
For one cannot forgive the past,
The odds of history repeating itself
Are inevitable.
And if one cannot forget the past,
They cannot hope to have a future.

Remember to breathe, darling.
                    It's a bad day, not a bad life.