They see a glimpse, a fleeting part,
But never know your beating heart.
They judge the shell, not what's within
The dreams, the fire beneath your skin.
They cannot feel your rising tide,
Or all the stars you hold inside.
They cannot hear your silent song,
Or know where all your hopes belong.
So let their voices fade like mist,
Their doubts are shadows you've dismissed.
You are the spark, the flame, the flight
You are your own defining light.
No need to bend, no need to hide
Your truth is fierce, your soul is wide.
The only voice that must ring true
Is not from them it comes from you.
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