Confidence
Confidence,
Why must not confidence,
be given to us by God.
Here I am,
not liking the way,
I look,
the way I dress,
the way my body looks.
This thing inside me,
anxiety is it?
It holds me back,
always worrying,
will they like this?
Will people make fun of me,
if I wear this.
Afraid to be different than others,
because people can be so mean.
Why are people so mean?
Are they insecure themselves?
Or are they just bitter.
But why all the hostility and bitterness,
when we all could get along,
and have confidence.
Copyright © Hope Sexton | Year Posted 2017
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