I have these beautiful wings Shining brightly in the sun's rays That glisten and glow Like the stars above That twinkle in the night. They change colors Like a living mood ring Depicting the emotions That flows through me. Taking on a variety of shapes That only my imagination Can shape them into What I wish them to be. They can stretch like rubber They wrap around me To become a shield Keeping the chaos From piercing Through my barrier. My wings can become What I wish them to be But can anyone see them? Can they see their beauty? Can they see what I see? No, they can't see them. They only see a weird girl That stands out from the crowd Expressing her quirks In her own way. Why can't they see What I can see? Why won't they acknowledge My wings that I bear? Why don't they see them? Do they only acknowledge My wings as transparent? Do they not have the sight To see my true form? This girl has magnificent wings She wants the world to know Take to the sky with head held