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.