Confidence
A.M. Young, age 22
Jenkintown, PA
Lonely and abrupt
I sit waiting for the corrupt
The one to take me away
From the simplicities of my day
To complicate things
To manipulate my mind
I climb and I climb.
Out of this depression
I have this lingering confession
That this will be different
I will be no more
From what I was before
Like a flower
I will conquer with a shower
To cleanse my soul
That clean embrace
From my mother’s face
I have this power to overcome
All these things that I have committed and done
That will haunt my thoughts
But won’t bring me down
I no longer hide like a clown
I am a bird, free
I am myself; I am here and I am me
Funny little thing confidence
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