Don’t worry about these perceptions
This poverty of speech following you
I know you have to put up with the stigma
Making you to be a closed being
Fearing unreciprocated energy
I know you are not a misanthrope
It’s the fear of what they will say
That made you to shut your door
Because people lift your spirits for a while
Only to leave you alone on the cold floor
As long as you are in peace with yourself
Live as if you are dead deaf
To shield you from the clamouring
To guard yourself from the rumour mill
Who will just pester on your energy
Keep your insight in view
Ask for help when the pressure is within
A different weltanchauung is no death sentence
Stay alive
Topple those battles