In the realm of words, I find my solace,
Where my spirit soars, and doubts find no place.
No need for followers, no need for praise,
For in this sacred space, my voice freely sways.

I am a poet, unchained and untamed,
With ink as my weapon, my soul unashamed.
No validation sought, no audience required,
For my words are my refuge, where I'm inspired.

I dance with metaphors, and paint with rhyme,
Creating a symphony, a rhythm so sublime.
No shackles of conformity, no rules to abide,
Just the freedom to express, to let my pen glide.

I write for the dreamers, the seekers of truth,
For those who find solace in the words of their youth.
No need for followers, no need for applause,
For my purpose lies in the beauty of my prose.

I am a vessel of emotions, a conduit of thought,
With every line I write, a battle is fought.
No need for validation, no need for fame,
For my words are my legacy, my eternal flame.

So let the world judge, let them criticize,
For I write not for their approval, but to harmonize.
With the universe's secrets, with my innermost core,
I write freely, unburdened, forever wanting more.

For in this realm of words, I find my true worth,
A sanctuary of expression, a rebirth.
No need for followers, just the desire to create,
To write freely, and let my soul elevate.
© Bad Panda