[Old and Unreadable] Max's Thought-Provoking Poetry

Confidence

Confidence is something that we see people possess
But accept out lack of it with no protest
It's just something you don't have, you think
When it is just a simple forlorn link

We all have it, whether we're a dragon fruit or a sweepea
Yet we seldom look for it, especially if we have need
The little pea cannot grow when without
Condemned inside its comfortable little pouch

However, confidence is not a possession
In its purest form, it is an obsession
It is not raw confidence we should have our eyes glued
But the journey to achieve it, the pursuit

Your confidence is silent, icily
Your insecurities are loud, spicily
Noise slows you, corrodes you
While silence heals you, calms you

The journey to achieving the state is arduous
But the journey is the part that lasts with us
If you are truly willing to obtain confidence
Then we are half way, in a sense

Insecurities fill your eyes, along your journey
Forcing you to overthink the way ahead
Like knives, every vision cuts you
Sending you running back to your bed

But think of the day you make it, your plea
To end your time as a powerless sweetpea
For the moment you accept confidence as your state of mind
Is the moment you will be blissfully blind

Sorry for the huge wait... I've been busy. I'm back now though. And thanks to sweetpea for all these ideas...