People say confidence is key;
Well you see; Confidence may be, but a seed to me.
A blind man has no use for this key.
He uses his other sense to feel what he can't see.
And as he feels in his heart what most do not see,
He tends to pick out who truly is holder of the key.
Now me; I am me; nothing more can I really be.
Yet of this key--no, seed, I'm only able to have a lease.
You see my confidence wavers with the breeze.
The breeze of attention that is.
Love within thyself is the most important trait;
Yet how do you have love for yourself being reminded you're a mistake?
How do you love your own when you've had no one to call your own?
How do you have comfort in yourself when you always end up alone?
You see a male or females confidence is based off of their own perception of how you achieve happiness.
Some find it naturally within the atmosphere.
Some find it in the positive attention they get from others.
Reassuring them that they have worth in this world.
But when they're gone what happens?
Back to feeling like you're not good enough?
Back to feeling as if no one cares like they say they do?
Or do you use your own intelligence to turn every negative you have into fuel to pursue every positive you want?
-TOMMY
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For Roses Who Were Born In Concrete
PoetryThis is a collective of poems written by me that I plan to update. From feelings on society to the ones that relate to the darkness the poems I share are to express. To express and show where I came from where others can relate.
