you need to relax.
the only loser you need to be,
is one of weight and glee.
maturity is measured by soberity,
success by vanity,
measured using ecstasy.
your heart will tell you things,
listen to it.
but try to rebel once in awhile,
anarchy is healthy.
we live in cages, so think outside the box –
but stay within the bars.
she’ll only see the best of me,
so show off the better side.
scars are signs of manliness,
a broken past intrigues,
enough to make a strong girl weep.
peer into the looking glass;
the only thing between you and me,