They Tell Me

They tell me that I’m “glowing” and all I can reply,
Is “thank you” with a great big smile,
For I’ve found something money can’t buy,
Finally my life feels worthwhile.

They tell me I’m “looking well” and all I can say,
Is “thank you” for no-one else knows,
The reason that I am feeling this way,
Is the peace that I have found and it shows.

They tell me I’m “on fire” and all I can tell,
Is “thank you” they wouldn’t understand,
The reason that today I’m feeling so well,
I’m no longer sinking in quick sand.

They tell me I am “focused” and all I can proclaim,
Is “Thank you” for I know that it’s true,
The reason I’m determined is I’m back in the game,
And I have so much catching up to do.

They tell me I am “different” and all I can express,
Is “thank you” for I really do agree,
The reason that they see the difference I possess,
It’s because at last they’re finally seeing “ME”

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