In the realm of whispers and chatter,
Stand tall, for it doesn't truly matter,
What people say, or what they may think,
In your own truth, let your spirit link.
For opinions, like winds, they may change,
But your essence remains, strong and strange,
In the mirror of judgment, hold your grace,
For your worth, my friend, is not a chase.
Let their words be like rain on glass,
Briefly heard, then let them pass,
For you are the author of your own story,
In the tapestry of life, you're the glory.
Embrace the path that you choose to tread,
With confidence, walk, lift your head,
In the end, it's your heart's song that'll stay,
What others think? It shall fade away.
So let their talk be a distant hum,
As you shine bright, like the morning sun,
In the truth of your being, you're free,
It doesn't matter, for you hold the key.
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