The Delicate

There are simple things that make me happy, Things as simple as a sound, They flutter and surround me, Glow and shimmer all around me, Carry me across boundaries, And gently lay me down, They surround me in a force field, My own protected space, And despite what I might feel inside, Confidence en lights my face, But when people ask me questions, And I can't bare the answer, I retreat inside myself, I'm now a walker, Not a prancer, It's not their fault it's mine, I wish that they could find, I wish that they could see, That I believe in me