Molding into the nuances of the others around me,
I lived an existence that beckoned to be in the approval of glee.
Transpiring the beckoned stance of joy that graciously spreads
In the hues of pleasing others, every morsel of my soul bled.

Too meek to say, 
Too accommodating to everyone around me who stays
Lost in the act of the performative dance,
A syllable against my goodness or a smile not returned propelled me into an emotional trance.
Too afraid to speak up, too shy to speak my mind
I was a puppet to other people's pleasure, in my service to them, the glorified love they would find.

All was fine until it wasn't; my world came crashing down 
A realisation that shattered by being, an existence that I fathomed to live like a clown
I jolted to the truth, like life struck the incessant doom
No matter how many morsels I shed, their growing pains would always have a room.

I picked up my sword and enraged wars with the ones who tried to keep me leashed
Beholding my pen close, in the precipice of my poetry, my redemption unleashed.
Leaving my coffee and running to serve others, often left it cold
Finally, I enjoy my latte first and write a yarn untold.

Though I like coffee, I embraced the notion of not being everyone's cup of tea
I breathed a sigh of relief, as I had a rendezvous with my authenticity.
I am passionate, I am deep, I am complex and too unfathomable for the minds of shallow reaps
I am not for everyone, and I find beauty in the promises I gracefully keep.

Encapsulating the relief of emancipation, I beckon the entirety of who I am today
I am not for everyone, but I know I would be real for whoever chooses to stay.
I adorn the truest depths of my spirit, the ones that shine bright,
In the quest, people may come and go,
But it will always be me who will never leave my side. 

Cheers to being ourselves forever!

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