Could you tell me where to move?

Could you tell me where to go?

For I fear my own decision,

evil glances they will show,

Transparent in the mass,

like glass through peers the skin,

Restraints are in the volume,

of society filled with sin,

If with wings I could fly,

would I only fear the storm,

But walk through the waters,

Soak right through and to the bone,

Its cold its cold,

if I could only feel the warmth,

The shivering would cease,

with arms that hold,

Where forever I would be,

Protected not alone.