I confess to having written songs. I rarely sing them. Who am I to put my offerings alongside our history and the greats. Conceited I may be, but not that conceited. I write only if I feel I have to, if there is something I have to say. I play my own songs in only if I have to or if people (expressly or by implication) ask for it. I might do a new one out once or twice to see if it resonates with others. I am amazed at the chutzpah of those who recycle barely distinguishable melodies and mundane words in the unshared belief of their own genius.

There are exceptions. El Greko for example often brings the sharpness of perspective on people or society that only a person with an outside observation point (with or without an inside one too) can bring. The Barden of England has a voice to die for and could sing the 'phone book and thereby engender enjoyment in the audience. This is not limitative but illustrative. Fiddlers' Green is a great song. Tolpuddle Man is a great song. There are others.

Unless you are that good your conceit is unfounded. Hide it.