Finally she realized the truth
That she was herself the melody of her flute,
The power, the anger, the happiness.
It was she herself.
All this time she knew she was unique,
As she knew she just can't stand the regular people, freaks.
She choose to stand alone,
Hence her power grown.
But then the times of loneliness arise,
Sadness surrounded her from all the sides,
She tried to fit in,
She tried to change,
Change into something that wasn't her,
Forced to follow the herd.
She lost her magic,
Of me.
She had everyone now but Noone at the time of need.
She cried nights,
About the life now she had adopted,
She felt weak,
So she stood up and decided,
It was time to get the priorities sorted.
She made a list.
Of things she want and don't want,
Of things that made her sad and this inner loneliness has to stop.
But the first step,
Bring back the uniqueness she lost,
In is people-pleasing world.
Slowing she started clearing their turd,

Making a space of herself.

Her loneliness made stronger,

And thus she realized,

The only person she needs

Is she ,

Herself.

She was her own happiness.