They tell me to get my head out of the clouds,
that love is a mass constructed farce,
that I dream too much and should embrace reality.

I could retaliate with sharp words swift as a spear and aim to damage their hearts but no!
I have learnt to choose my battles.
I skip merrily along humming my own tunes.

I am free and free indeed.
I will always believe in love.
I will always seek the truth.
I will always cherish beauty.

I will construct and reconstruct myself as I choose.
Even fools know identity is fluid.
I am the Perpetual Shapeshifter.
The Altruistic Mystic.