In her comfort zone, they say, "Be in manner," they preach,
But when she smiles at memories, her past friendships, they breach.

"Don't cross your limit," they chide, with words so unkind,
As she wears her favorite dress on her favorite day, she's confined.

"Don't be so choosy," they remark, with a critical voice,
When she seeks to embrace her own unique choice.

Playing games brings her joy, but they call her childish and small,
For every moment she's herself, they try to make her feel small.

When she talks to a guy, just a moment in time,
They say, "Don't talk to him," as if it's a crime.

But let her be, let her shine, in her own unique way,
For it's her life to live, and her choices to display.

In her comfort, in her joy, in her friendships, let her find,
A world where she's free to be, in her own peace of mind.
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