Confident
Confident,
a word
I’ve never
used
when describing
myself.
I’ve only
ever
felt confident
in others,
never in
who I
am
or who
I will
be.
Doubt and
worry
eats at
my brain
like
a starved
man,
gnawing
at
soft tissue
until
it’s all
gone,
so
It still
shocks
me
when I
hear
someone call
me
confident,
and I
believe
I’ll always
feel
that surprise,
since
being unsure
is my
default
setting.
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Love how the form matches the content of your poem!
Love “gnawing.”
The form works for you