What I am.

I sing songs out so loud that people around me ask me to stop. I sing to myself, and grin without any reason; people think I’m mad. I resort to writing my mind out, with nothing but my own company; people call me a loner. Alone in my room, I play songs that get me doing all sorts of jigs. I dance to my own rhythm; my mom thinks I’ve gone crazy and asks me to stop.

But deep down, I know that I’m having the time of my life and this is what I am.


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