Shall I compare thee to a Summers Day?

Im just flat out not a good person.

I want to be a better person,

I want to feel loved and wanted,

I want to go through this life and know that I have made the right decisions,

But for that to happen I have to love myself,

Which is always the hardest part.

Years turn to seasons, and seasons into days,

days that tend to your broken soul.

concrete is your conviction and stead fast is your willingness to survive,

but deep inside you are shattered,

like a mirror you reflected the world around you,

showing faces the error in their ways

and showing people the goodness that lay dormant withing them,

you bring out the best in people, but not the best in yourself,

for just like a mirror, you are incapable of reflecting yourself,

hollow you seem without others around,

you are alive in the eyes of the world,

but to you, you are nothing more than an empty vessel,

a shapeless being that exists only to prolong death,

I wish not these visions that you see to come to fruition,

for you are to precious.

I cant stop the way to see yourself,

nor do I have the authority to prevent these visions

from reaching your subconscious,

that is not my place in your mirror-like state,

What I can say is that you have impacted my life in a way

that no other creature has ever possessed over me,

you embody my soul and bring me to a higher state of understanding,

if only I could do the same for you,

my body is not built like yours,

I am not strong enough to accept the weight of the world on my shoulders,

But I vow to stay by your side, in the hopes that my appearance in your life

will show you how special you really are.

beautiful overcast,

some say you are gloomy and depressing,

that you only whisper anguish into our souls

and cast out life giving sun.

But I view you differently dear friend.

your complexion is calming and relieving,

your face, a soft smile in this harsh landscape,

without you life would never sigh, nor understand temperance,

the sight of you is almost tranquil,

you remind me that no matter how strange or confusing the day can be,

that nature will always bring you back to earth,

no, you have so much to give to us, but no one seems to notice

people who say that they deserve happiness are blind to reality.

because happiness is not a right.

you cant just go through life thinking only of your own well being,

because that leads you to a lonely and meaningless life. 

taking your effect out of the equation of your social interactions with people

makes you a bad person.

the phrase ” I deserve to be happy” was created by the scum of the earth

so that they can feel better about themselves.

the truth is, that happiness is something that needs to be worked for.

its not like one day all of life’s troubles will vanish just to let you smile,

happiness can only be achieved through personal sacrifice and determination.

only the strong of heart can truly appreciate the happiness that

they have made for themselves.

Live to make other peoples lives better, work to make your life better,

help people, make a difference in someones life.

If you do that, then you can truly feel good about yourself,

and appreciate the happiness that you have created yourself

I see you standing up on that podium,

your speech enthralling its audience,

you’re strong, independent, and self righteous,

and speak with such conviction that I have never experienced

you have made me fall in love with you,

and yet, your speech demeans my feelings,

you talk of love as if it were a disease,

saying it is the cancer of society and that it is a feeling created by

our mothersand fathers to brain wash us into being

obedient members of society,

but this emotion I have towards you feels not of this world,

I feel an inner tranquility around you, a sort of trance like state,

I could stay here forever and remain in this state

for you are now the guide of my soul,

the meaning of my existence,

I truly love you, and yet you deny its spiritual existence,

Its funny, that you can talk in such a loathing tone about love,

and tell us of its nonexistence,

and yet you have had the reversal effect on me.

One day I hope to have friends that will actually care about me,

because honestly, it sucks to be left out,

Everyone knows that feeling,

that caged feeling of inequality and isolation,

All I want is to feel like I am apart of something,

something that is bigger and better than myself

that I can proudly say I am apart of,

I have not had that feeling yet at university,

Ive tried, so many times, but it just never seems to fill that gap for me,

always feeling alienated from my peers,

social acceptance is a cruel and daunting mistress,

most of the time, she throws your feelings and pride against the wall,

ridiculing you for your mistakes and imperfections,

whispering sweet thoughts of friendship that seem never to be your own,

you would curse her name for your misfortune.

And yet, for those brief and fleeting moments,

she graces you with the feeling of acceptance,

forgetting about your past sorrow almost instantly,

so that this moment fills you with new life,

that sweet sense of ecstasy,

but these moments pass,and you’re left alone again,

I’m done trying to impress people who want nothing to do with me,

so that I can start loving the people who actually matter.

You were standing up there on that podium,

the sun hitting your face so lightly that shadows masked your smile

but the darkness could not hide your voice,

it reaching the ends of this gathering,

drawing everyone to your sight,

so strong you seemed, so vibrant in you movements,

your speech was what we expected,

but your enthusiasm enthralled each and every one of us,

feeling safe in your warm spirit and joyful tone,

in my selfish state, I felt that this was just for me,

as if you knew who I was,

imagining that we have spoken before,

I had never felt so happy than that moment,

imaging us talking in a less structured state,

your bolstering voice now turned into a sweet calming coo

and I, finally able to make myself known to your presence ,

and yet, this fleeting thought lessened its hold on me

and reminded me of my place in your eyes,

just a member of the crowd,

a pair of eyes among the masses.

although my body appears solid and grounded,

my thoughts and actions deemed suitable for society,

my soul, breaches far beyond the expanses of common thinking,

and enter a realm of pure tranquility,

with eyes of recognition I have seen the faces and minds of captured souls,

their bodies contorted by common thought

if only they could see the potential that their mind holds,

the power to change worlds, and create destiny,

but that is not their belief, for their brain is in chains,

made to believe that their life is out of their hands,

predestination does not exist,

not when we have such a powerful tool of change at our disposal 

Tainted pastures,

filled with lifes envy and hate,

mankind tending to its roots and soil to survive

the crop. self loathing and inequality, 

that is fed to the masses with vicious intent, 

controlling the appetite of civilizations strive for freedom,

people might say they fight this system,

saying they have found a way of life that dissolves society’s prejudice,

and yet they accept and appreciate what is put on their plate

at the end of the day,

fully knowing where the hatred was produced,

because that is what is expected in this modern day,

Love, a word that has lost its meaning in society,

because hatred is much easier to produce.