We try to hide Afraid to admit Subconsciously A crime we commit Fear of conclusions Others will make Determines what Shape it will take Feeling cheap Unworthy of praise Feeling helpless Don't surrender To Feelings of Incompetency Realization is all Is all that will overcome The powers To which we have succumbed Prying loose I don't need your help All I need was To be myself What you see is no concern of mine A day will come when we will all be blind To what others might see as progression All I see is an attempt of Impression