Fear To Spread My Wings

A part of me still cares about what you think of me.

From the way I look, act, and how goofy I can be

Sometimes I feel uncomfortable being entirely me.

I'm usually reserved and watch from afar.

I never got the memo "Be Comfortable With Who You Are."

The jokes, the giggles, the stops and stares

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Masking who I am is my comfort place.

I feel content with being the last turtle in the race.

To not be the center of attention.

To worry about how my image forms others' perceptions.

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I'm close to stepping out and saying, "Come stop and stare."

Bottling up who I am doesn't get me anywhere.

To laugh and not cover up my smile.

To wear what I want confidently and pride.

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Anxiety is what I feel when my body is in distress.

The phrase "What will they think" becomes the number one priority.

I'm an adult; what do I care about anyone's authority?

Depending on the situation, I don't care.

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My wings paralyzed

My wings are stiff

The use it or lose it mentality hoovers over my head thick and robust.

If I don't fly, my wings will become weak and lack the muscle memory it takes to spread them freely.

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I take a stand

I embrace my truth

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Finally, I spread my wings.

Now I can fly

The world is my oyster with my Eagle eye.

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