Confidence Poem by Trevor Schulte

Ever shrivel back to the state
of being second class
where opinions don't matter
but are just the mist of an ocean
Idea after idea, shot down
not with optimism but pure pessimism
What is said is said
and what is dead is dead
To walk a road of potholes
with no roadworkers for miles
where grim faces turn their heads
refusing to break any smiles
Stuck in your own ideas
equaled with peer rejection
A point where little is said
for the yeast in your bread
is thinned out
and appears to be dead
Fiddle-faddling is what seems to be left
as the whole world remains smugly deaf
When will your vote count
and body be risen
to the full extent
as to break free this prison
How can a man of few words
better his voice
to utter thoughts of pure wisdom
where his output be the input
where his words fill the voids
where his breath be cherished
How far must one travel
to get out of the second class
reaching a degree
where all assumptions are surpassed
Confidence be the key
in this riddle of esteem
where pride and belittling is overcome
by the simple word of team
Grasping life not with earned pride
but appreciating the fellowship most hide
To find one who walks not in chains
but with authority that is shared;
for all to often, little is that cared
Confidence need not be limited
to the confines of a single soul
No, it should be experienced
and celebrated as a whole
A milestone where love be the basis
and pride be overtaken with pride
Need one shoot for the stars
without lights leading the way
and need you walk on someone else
in the present day