To him, I'm the most frugal with words—
yet to him, he's never met a tongue so unchained.
Her eyes see a gentle, humble soul,
but she there swears I’m the cockiest of them all.
"Oh, that timid little fella!"—surely you mistake me,
for another swears I brim with unshaken confidence.
"I like his company."—but how?
"He's far too rude," another insists.
So, who am I, truly?
A zebra—white with black stripes?
Or black with white?
not one or the other, I am both.I just am
And so are we all.
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