True Wings

I was afraid to show the real me. 

Afraid to be judged by the people I'd see. 

What if they didn't like what I said or wore? 

What if to them I was just a bore. 

 

Someone who had the confidence of an ant. 

A girl who always told herself that she can't. 

One who hid behind a mask of gold,

And never listened to herself but did what was told. 

 

I was scared of not being liked or loved. 

Afraid of being brought down, beaten and shoved. 

Why was I so nervous to show the real me?

When that is the only form that people should see. 

 

Being afraid doesn't just mean of things. 

It can be being scared of your own true wings. 

I was only allowing them to open half way. 

All because I was scared of what people would say. 

 

This fear is within people all around us.  

And I feel like it's something we must discuss. 

Spiders, sharks, and the dark can be scary too. 

But not being your true self is the scariest view. 

 

I've now stopped trying to please others around me.

And I am living for myself and who I want to be. 

I am carefree of doubts and opinions from others.

And have now started to show my true colors.  

 

I've taken off the mask and shown who is me. 

I am no longer afraid of the girl that I now see. 

Now being myself is all that I want to do. 

And being afraid is only something I once knew. 

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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