In the quiet whispers of the night,
Where shadows dance with the moon’s soft light,
There lies a heart both bold and free,
A symphony of individuality.

Through the storm and gentle rain,
A soul stands firm, defying pain,
Embracing flaws, yet striving high,
A testament to the spirit’s sigh.

In a world of uniformity,
One finds strength in true identity,
Walking paths uniquely their own,
A journey where the heart has grown.

So let the winds of change blow wide,
For within oneself, there’s no need to hide,
Celebrate the self, so pure and true,
A masterpiece, both me and you.