I am me


I doubt someone can truly see,
what pure joy she finds,
in creating her own harmony.

It might look like she’s insecure,
seeing her do these things,
she has never done before.

Y’all assuming to know her best
to be able to identify this person,
whose ego you’ve only entered
as one of a thousand guests.

Why is it odd she finds peace on her own,
blossoming her way through the fields,
when a single life is all she has ever known?

So go and enjoy the small piece that you are,
of this bright character,
that sees you, and her own,
as a beautiful, individual star.

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