Respect

Respect. Something that everyone wants. Most people want it so much that they demand it. However respect does not work that way. It isnt a one way street. Both people need to put forth equal amounts of respect to be at a balance.


There are people however who do give the respect and recieve it as well. These are the people who others will tend to look up to. These people are the ones who are successful in life.


For me, getting respect from me, it is not easy. You can not just demand respect from me. It will not work. The only people who get my respect that dont in any way deserve it are my parents and that is only because I can not walk away.


To get the respect from me you have to do two things. One: Is you need to also give respect. Respect me and you will recieve respect. If I dont respect someone then they have no need to give it to me. If they do, then, I essencially give them respect. If I dont. Then well...Im screwed. All my logic is mixed up and confusing and everything is off-balace. But I do give respect to those who give it to me. Two: Is you need to deserve the respect. Even if you give it, there will be times where you dont deserve it. You may give all respect to those above you, beneith you, or at your level. But in certain situations, you dont always deserve it. You could give the highest respect to someone but you end up doing something wrong. You screw up. Even if you're stll giving that respect to the other person. You've lost the respect that they were giving you. Then you must earn it back again.


Respect also goes hand in hand with trust. You also need to be trustworthy if you are respected.


If you were to give me the respect. If you were to give me the trust. I will return it. But to those who dont. You can not demand it and recieve it. It just simply doesnt work that way with me.


"R.E.S.P.E.C.T. Find out what it means to me."


"You do not have to love me. You don't even have to like me. But you will repect me, if you want mine."

Archangel Asylum

Stuck in the same four walls.

Blocked by these many bars.

Wrapped tight in a jacket that ties.

A dead hopeless look in my eyes.

Waiting in the silence except for,

The patients that shreak beyond the door.

They say that I lost my mind.

The sanity that I couldn't find.

But there's still that one who,

The believes I can heal and change, too.

The one who hopes to help me free.

Who doesn't think of me as a freak.

She comes to my cell at lunch each day.

To see that I'm not yet wasted away.

One day she came late, opened the door.

And asked what the hell I was even here for.

Through the dim light I stared at her.

I said "What I have, there is no cure."

She waited quietly for the story to start.

"It happened the day my wings tore apart."

"I fell from heaven, hit the ground."

"In the pouring rain, I was found."

"Bleading back, where wings had been."

"I can never get back home again."

"Many were told, but none believed."

"Now I'm stuck here, never to leave."