Confidence Poem by Aaron Lynn

Confidence



When my pleasant dream erodes.

And every heart has turned to stone.

My shout turned whisper is then drowned.

In the aimless, screaming crowd.

Now, I know you say I'm welcome.

But I feel as if I shouldn't stay.

For our gears do turn in contrast.

With no one else but us to blame.

Confidence is not inherent.

Nor as stable as it seems.

It's a treasure for the strong.

A fragile dream-tease for the weak.

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