Confidence

I may appear calm as I sit, But enclosed is my raging wit. Sarcastic puns poking fun at the irony Of life and it's jokes spun right at me. I breathe out the truth and breathe in their lies Cowardly given as they're in disguise. I don't know who they are and I can't really tell Why I'm always the target of their awful spell. The good ones are true but often are weak, My strength takes over and they will not speak. They torture my heart and this is the worst Feeling of all; it is the true curse. Honest connections, the hardest to find. So true in the heart, the soul, and the mind. They flee from my love causing strife to all Afraid of their feelings, they push and I fall. Deeper and deeper, I need to break free So I can calmly stand up and start living for me.