Confidence in the Making
Falling down an endless tunnel
And the walls start moving in.
I feel the poison in my stomach
Rise with everything.
I shrink away in corners
And hide in my own fort
The bully wanders over
Putting sadness in my thoughts.
She struts over with airy pride
And everything below her begins to cry
For they know the pain that is to come
When her deadly web of agony is spun
She know that I am better at sport
So I am a target, me and my “little” fort.
Peer pressure, hiding, tests, tests, test,
Peer pressure, hiding, tests, tests, test,
She stands over me
A tower of power.
I curl up as she begins to glower
Her hand clenches in a fist
Her face lights up with bliss
I feel something arise
From deep inside…
Confidence
Everything goes in slow motion
I am reaching to the sky
Taller that I can imagine
The angry look in her eyes – dies
Even though I feel confident, I also feel selfish.