There are so many things I never say
Although I look so open to the world,
So much I do not do. I know no way
To fly with my freak flag fully unfurled
Or even whisper in a quiet hour
The true imagination of my heart.
I fail somehow; I should not lack the power,
And yet I cannot, even through my art,
Express the larger or the smaller things
That truly matter to me. Yes, I try,
And you can see me trying, and that brings
A sense that I succeed, but by and by
I know I haven't, and you'd see it too
If you could only see it from my view.
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