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May 30
They call me shy...I call it my way.
They call me calm...I call it my composure.
They call me silent....I call it my serenity.
They call me impractical...I call it a way to escape the harsh reality.
They call me illogical...I say it's my way to handle my issues.
They call me imperfect...I call it being human.
They say I am minimal...I say I am simple.
They call me rude...I take it as my self-respect.
They say I am stubborn...but I say it's my path to pursue my dream.
They say I look unfit...I confidently say I love flaunting.
People call many,
But I don't take any.
As I am not responsible to the assumptions they make up without knowing me.
They label.
I redefine.
They assume.
I stay true.
Because their voices don’t echo louder than mine.
Written by
Arna  20/F/India
(20/F/India)   
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