Confidence
Why do I always doubt my tales,
And get hung up on small details,
That probably no one will see,
That is except observant me?
I am of course my own worst critic,
And my opinion’s quite granitic.
Is my work really a mess?
Why do I always second guess?
I’d like to say in my defence,
I’m simply lacking confidence.
Copyright © Sharon Smith | Year Posted 2013
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