You’re not bold or bright
With colourful wings whose flutter amazes the sight
You’re not loud or opinionated
With confidence that oozes in face of any spite
You’re quiet and meek
You stutter and seem weak
Making it hard to achieve what you seek
You sit down perched with your dull colours in the corner
Avoiding to take up any space
While you watch with envy and despair
of those bold colourful wings that dare to flare
Why can’t you speak up?
Why can’t you charm?
Why can’t you be bold and confident?
Why are you so afraid?
How much will you lose for this one fatal flaw?