A gust of wind eases me,
The touch of water makes me glee.
I roar and break when I am alone,
Highest level of peace is in this form.
Outshining myself is a common trait,
Only because I compete with my own bait.
Flute melodies is all I get,
When I am in my own space’s net.
People think I am arrogant,
They don’t know I am afraid of their judgements.
Misunderstanding is what makes my soul burn,
Cause I am a regular victim of it’s learn.
Thus me being me is what I dare not to,
But it’s the pinnacle of my own rescue.
It’s a secret hard to keep,
When your feelings are bitter yet so sweet.
Let’s just forget the world,
Blossom your true self in full swirl.
Remember nobody think’s a damn about you,
In the end it’s your body,mind and soul to pursue.
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