My soul is a museum,
With its many admirers and visitors,
Some praise my creation,
While some are only faultfinders.
My psyche is a garden,
Where greenery flourishes itself,
Wild flowers never needed a gardener
Because they can prevail themselves.
I'm a complete puzzle,
There's no such thing as a missing piece,
Amid all societal chaos,
I carved myself up to be my peace.
What is that castle that I can't make?
And what is that promise that I can't keep?
I'm no damsel in distress,
Who needs a knight's protection to fall asleep.
It was my sword and shield that fought,
All the injustices that were ever done,
The world has only made me recognize,
That I can love myself better than anyone.
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