Armor plate of silver steel
Protects me from the scorn they feel
The scarring assumptions, the cutting lies
Just wish they could open their eyes
See beyond the shields and blades
To the stuff of which my heart is made
For underneath the leather and mail
Are gossamer wings, ever so frail
Faerie dust, petals and lace
Butterflies and a smile on my face
Yet I am cautious whom I allow to see
Beyond the shadows to the softer side of me
I must take care to whom what is spoken
For these gossamer wings are easily broken
