Confidence
I may appear calm as I sit,
But enclosed is my raging wit.
Sarcastic puns poking fun at the irony
Of life and it's jokes spun right at me.
I breathe out the truth and breathe in their lies
Cowardly given as they're in disguise.
I don't know who they are and I can't really tell
Why I'm always the target of their awful spell.
The good ones are true but often are weak,
My strength takes over and they will not speak.
They torture my heart and this is the worst
Feeling of all; it is the true curse.
Honest connections, the hardest to find.
So true in the heart, the soul, and the mind.
They flee from my love causing strife to all
Afraid of their feelings, they push and I fall.
Deeper and deeper, I need to break free
So I can calmly stand up and start living for me.
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