Obsession fades with passing time, yet people cling in secret rhymes, giving their hearts, their dignity away, forgetting themselves for another’s sway. They whisper, “self-obsessed”, at me/ but their words are cages, not my decree. Choosing my soul is not conceited, it is healing, " a song complete." Self-care blooms where silence grows, self-love waters what no one knows. To be adored is a fleeting art, but to love oneself is a blessing at heart. — Albatross ✍🕊