"They call me strange.
Maybe it's because —

I'm a girl who stays home,
While others my age are out with friends,
Skipping college, traveling, clubbing,
Doing all the Gen Z things.

Because I stay quiet,
Even in moments that demand boldness,
Choosing calm over chaos.

Because I prefer simplicity over fashion trends,
Minimalism over extravagance.

Because I love classics,
And music that speaks to the soul —
Not just the charts.

Because books are my escape,
While social media is just noise.

Because I find peace in solitude,
Instead of blending into crowds.

Because I’m single,
In a generation chasing love,
And running from its complications.

Let them call me strange.
I call it being
Imperfectly perfect
In my own small,
Quiet,
Cute little world."

Stopped writing in diaries...
Fearing someone might read them.
Gave up typing on Word documents...
Afraid her privacy might be shattered.

She let people walk away —
Without sharing a word,
Not because she didn't want to,
But because she was done with sympathy...
Something she had seen too much of in life.

And so, she grew silent.
Tired.
She let it be...

Until her heart whispered:
"You're safe with me."
Privacy restored.
But the heart grew heavier than ever.

She was a simple girl.
A kind, happy going, compassionate and a talented one.
Over thinking was her hobby.
Taking pain was common for her.
She valued people more than self…
And received pain more than she deserved!!

Hiding their talents, afraid someone might steal their light.
Valuing others' happiness, often at the cost of their own.
Caring for everyone — even those who curse them out of envy.
Neglecting their own health while nurturing others.
Spreading smiles, while burying their own pain deep inside.

These aren’t flaws...
They’re the quiet traits of strong, introverted girls —
Silent warriors with golden hearts.