You just be you,
who cares what others do.

At the end of the day,
they’ll be gone anyway.

Then you’ll be left alone,
another day unknown.

Because none can ever tell
where you inwardly dwell.

That’s the fun of being you,
even if your secrets are few.

Just be happy you exist,
and go on and be remiss.

Your life is yours to live,
you don’t always have to give.

© 2025 Michelle Cook

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