Analysis of Chickadee

Is my personality to short
You can't bend down to see
That what you think I surely am
Is all but really me
Is my expression way to blank
For you to get a read
Is my texture rubbing onto you
I'm sorry, I guess I'll leave
Are my words all that true
Is that why you’re peeved?
Is your bloated head imploding on
Your own stupid simplicity
I am meaning what I say
I'm Just like a chickadee
I fly above your sickened thoughts
And lounge up in the trees
I can see your salt filled smile
And your vulgar personality
I can see your disgusting manner
With your laced waves of energy
While I walk the earth
I suggest you walk so tentatively
I don't want to make you smaller
Then your shortened self esteem,
I can make my nest right from your ashes
I'll start right from your ripping seams