Everything society finds to be rational,
is simply a revelation,
or an interpretation of another's expressions,
or beliefs.
To be true to one's self,
one has to look deep inside.
Not hide real feelings and our way of life.
By accepting the interpretations of others,
as truth for anyone but the interpreter.
We each know what is correct for us.
We each feel in different ways.
What is spot on for another,
is not necessarily true for everyone.
I,
like every other soul,
am unique.
Not faultless,
but a unique soul.
A perfect me.
Filled with thoughts,
desires,
and love to share.
We don't have to become what another sees.
We have to only be honest with ourselves.
We only have to accept,
we are who we are.
Soul unique and beautifully perfect.
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