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Who am I ?

Who am I ?

An introvert & shy gal

Or a bubbly one giving high fives


Am I the unique one?

As I wanted to be

Or one who connects to all by empathy


I search myself

Amid all the labels put on me

It becomes so tough to see


Some tags I accept n enjoy

Knowing well am not exactly that

Others I carry for I don't bother to change others opinion of me


Few labels are very dear

Only rarely do I show these qualities

People who spot them are rarity


Some I embrace and wish to improve on

Others feel so heavy, let them be bygone

Among this myriad labels I feel so worn

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