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.