You don't need to prove your worth,
To chase applause or seek rebirth.
No need to beg for their acclaim,
Or twist your truth to fit their frame.
Let go of those who won't believe,
Who judge too fast, who never grieve.
Don't waste your fire on their demand—
Just build your dreams with steady hand.
Pour your soul into your art,
Let passion guide your beating heart.
Grow in silence, bloom in grace,
You don't need to win their race.
In the end, it's crystal clear:
Their thoughts don't shape what you hold dear.
So walk your path, let judgment fade—
Be you, be bold, be unafraid.
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