I wouldn't have compromised as much. So much of myself for fear of having you hating me. I would've sung so loudly, It would've cracked myself.
I became so self-conscious of anything exuberant. I wouldn't have sold myself short. I wouldn't have kept my eyes glued to the ground.
If I had've known my invisibility would not make a difference, I would've run around screaming proudly at the top of my voice. I wouldn't have said it was in fact luck, I'm talking idealism here.
I would not have been so self-deprecating, I wouldn't have cowered for fear of having my eyes scratched out. I wouldn't have cut my comfort off. I wouldn't have feigned needlessness. I would not have discredited every one of their compliments.
It was your approval I wanted. Your congratulations.
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