if i were to spread my wings
somebody would try to clip them
some feathers could grow unevenly
my soaring could be unsteady
if i'll just get up and sing
they'll hear the imperfections
i'll know of my limitations
and let them nullify the essence
so i won't
if i could defend myself
i'd no longer sit so still
they'd quit all the understanding
and charge would replace their pity
if i could undust my faith
i'd sound way too self-assured
the world affronts self-assured
i'd have to prove myself right
so i can't
if i take some breath away
there are always the unimpressed
soever this "good, not best"
and the looks that pierce the fragile
and if i go back to writing
who knows what they'll think of me
god knows if you'll feel a thing
or if i can take the blow
so i don't
so i didn't