Who Cares If You Have Confidence

I was the best of the best of the best of myself. I was controlled, confident, and ready to take on the world. I call it birth. Confidence is so overrated. Who cares if you’ve got it or not? Your spirit guides, your parents, your classmates, Your enemies, your friends, pretty much everybody. By age five, my emotions were all over the place, Smeared by the worst of them, my classmates, But now I’m heading for another dimension, And I don’t care what others think. Growth.