in this world of who is who, it is the truth that know one real seek's, but a fraction of it's belief,

like other's we seem to view the outside instead on the inside,

what come's out of our month, is not what's truly in the mind, for image is what society see's for us, we have yet said to our friend's, he's not the most handsome, but his heart and warmth is great, he makes me laugh, i enjoy his company, you know that other words can be said, but we know us,

and it is yet to be said, she's nice, i like her, she fulfill's me, she make's me want to get to know her more, i know she's not a size 2, 3 , 4 ,5, but our conversation's are great, it feel's good to hold her, i can only say this, i like being with her, i love feeling her heart beat, her sense of humor is beyond word's, and yet i can her you say, have you really looked at her, i know you think she's not that pretty, but i like her,

until we can guide ourselves, jugde our on heart's, love for us only, and speak for once, from the heart, we can never be truly happy, love is for you and me, not for the world to, what make's us feel good, is there happiness,

and until self confidence can come from inside, we will never know the meaning of joy,