Where was it?
Ever?
Was I accumulating it?
Like money?
Like gold stars?
Like pats on the back?
Like oxygen
Enthusiasm is vapor
Commitment is half hearted
Cockiness is fleeting
Confidence is…
Did I ever have it?
Fake it till you
Make it authentic
Let me convince you
To love me
Cellophane filter
Flick of the leaf
Spilling the dew drops
Start over
Where is it?
Search myself
Deep
Con
Fi
Dense
There is a deficit
Dead horse remorse
Do I even need it?
Are you there God?
It’s me confidence
Deep in doubt
Double down
Downtown crushing me
Can I love myself?
Can I love myself?
Can I love?
Can I?