These Wings


The sudden tone strikes deep within me,
I ask myself,
Am I not worthy of great things,
Am I meant to not have wings,
The angry tone strikes deep within me,
I tell myself
I know I'm meant for great things,
I know I'm meant to have wings,
The self hatred tone strikes deep within me
I tell myself
I'm not worthy of great things
I'm not worthy to have wings
The shy tone strikes deep within me
I tell my self
To hide all great things
Don't share that I have wings
The silent tone strikes deep within me
I tell myself
Be silent bout great things
Be silent Just hide wings
The sadness tone strikes deep within me
I tell myself
If I'm not worthy of great things
What is the point of these wings A shell of myself
I am lost in a place These wings are clipped

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