Amidst the throng, I stand, a tempest's force,
A whirlwind soul, too much for some to bear,
Impulsive heart, in passion's fiery course,
Oversharing truths, without a care.
Yet in this world, where filters dim the light,
I teeter 'twixt expression and restraint,
Too strong a presence, deemed a daunting sight,
A soul condemned, as if a sin, no saint.
When did my being, bold and unrefined,
Evoke such fear, such urge to dilute?
As if my essence, by some decree, confined,
To fit a mold, a standard absolute.
But I'll not yield, nor quench this fervent flame,
For in my truth, I find my rightful claim.
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