This is a world where pretense tries to deceive,
A call is heard, a voice that softly speaks,
"Be normal, dear soul, with no mask to weave,
For love shall find you, as pure as it seeks."

Confidence, dear one, be your guiding light,
With upright character, walk with grace,
For those who love you see your inner might,
Weave your essence, in every embrace.

No need for efforts to impress the crowd,
Your face shines bright, with eyes innocent,
Let not their envy make your spirit cowed,
Those who care, love you without doubt, don't lament.

Be happy, dear heart, with grateful repose,
Contentment and calm, your loyal allies,
Warm vibes exude, where your presence flows,
And touch the souls of those near as allies.

Let not plans consume, let life unfold,
Destiny's hand shall weave its thread so fine,
Caution and wisdom, like treasures untold,
Shall bring dreams true, yours and those entwined.

So, just be normal, no need to be overwhelmed,
For authenticity is your exquisite garment,
Embrace your character, walk with your might,
And one who loves you, will find you, in your purest light.