Unveiling Me: A Symphony of Authenticity

In the tapestry of self, I proudly stand,

A creation of dreams, both vast and grand.

No molds to fit, no expectations to meet,

For this is who I am, in bold heartbeat.

In the gallery of life, my colors unfold,

A story untold, a narrative bold.

No permission needed to embrace the light,

For this is who I am, in unyielding flight.

Nobody said you have to like the hue,

Of my passions, my dreams, my chosen view.

In the canvas of existence, each stroke I claim,

For this is who I am, unapologetically named.

In the symphony of voices, diverse and free,

I find my rhythm, my own melody.

No conformity demanded, no echoes to fit,

For this is who I am, in authentic spirit.

With pride, I declare in the face of disdain,

My quirks, my essence, my joys, my pain.

Nobody's validation shall dictate my worth,

For this is who I am, from my day of birth.

In the garden of self, I bloom with pride,

No need to hide, no need to abide.

For the world may whisper or loudly proclaim,

But this is who I am, and I stake my claim.

So, with pride in my voice, I boldly declare,

This is who I am, beyond compare.

Nobody said you have to like it, you see,

For in my truth, I find my jubilant glee.