Wings

I see you tremble near the edge,

afraid of heights, afraid to pledge.

You rub your shoulders when none can see,

as if to shake what aches beneath.

They ask, they pry, they try to care,

you smile—a mask—pretend it's fair.

That smile, so soft, yet never real,

a laugh to hide what you don’t reveal.

Who are they to understand?

They never could, and that’s the plan.

Let them ask, let them plead,

they care, but still, they’ll never see.

Rub your shoulders, chase the light,

watch the sunrise burn the night.

Let them go, let them be,

they don’t know what lives in thee.

Fold your paper wings with grace,

even if they’ll never race

the winds will lift you far away—

the dream is sweeter than the day.

Hide the scars, the wounds, the ache,

don’t let them see the toll it takes.

It’s gonna be alright, my dear,

we’ll all fly, one day, from here.

So let them live, let them roam,

don’t let them know you feel alone.