With each day I take for granted, I vow to appreciate the next, blessed with the opportunity to once again look, and feel my best. With my feet firmly planted, my morals maneuver me through all the rest, as I have been granted another day to conquer the world and put my limits to the test.
Some may call me an idealist though I am as real as they come, as I refuse to succumb to the notion that we must all acquiesce to society's rules that really only just make us boring and numb.
I can paint my own destiny, I am the master of my domain, though my moods and momentum may change in an instant, I am grateful that they change at all, as my indecision shows I'm living, and still standing despite my many falls.
Others' attempts to understand me often leave them more perplexed than when they began, I am an anomaly and will not be mislabeled by any other man.
A human being, not one doing, I live and let live just as well, yet I am still often the myth and then the legend that cowards and commoners attempt to dispel. The subject and the predicate that illiterates will never know how to spell, I have won your game of thrones; I am the king of Winterfell.
Subjugated for far too long, I refuse to remain the victim of your abuse; either endure me or ignore me, your decision is your prerogative, I will not sit idly by waiting for you to choose. You no longer hold the noose that tightens around my neck, no longer own the signature that validates my cheques.
My strength lies in my resilience, eternal proverbial phoenix rising from the ashes that I am, this is where you remind me of why your approval is even worth a damn. Some have dubbed me the devil incarnate for I refuse to let anyone in, through the barricades I peer out through from inside my glass house made of equal sin.
You claim that I am worse than you and even with my ego subdued I cannot accept something so absurd as allowing you to have the final word, I have much more to offer the world, for it will always be my oyster and I will always be its pearl.
