The Difference

They told me I couldn't, so I proved them wrong.
They recited their speeches while I sang a song.
Told wicked lies to move me to tears,
So I opened up and showed them my fears.

A century they've spent sitting in chairs,
Glaring at me as I live without cares.
Said I was stupid, that I would regret
The time I spent searching for their bitter wreck.

Because I tried to help them, to bring to the light
The worries that were secretly weighing down their flight.
But they denied me, didn't want me to show
The resemblance they have all grown to a crow.

Me, they scold, cut down with shears,
But at least I am real and aged by the years.
They battle and claw, fighting for fame,
And still tell me I am the one untamed.

So they'll stand on their toes to intimidate me,
And I'll square my shoulders and just let them be.
Because they can live safely with their creativity shot,
But I'll live on the run, never silenced, never caught.