Confidence walks down the halls.
Her chin up. Her back straight.
Always calm and composed.
She walks with purpose. People move out of her way.
People surround but none are her friend.
Always chosen to be the leader.
She sets an example. People look up to her.
At night she goes home and collapses in her bed.
Takes out her phone and calls Tiredness her best friend.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
And, what, pray-tell compels you to assume that confidence be a SHE? ! LoL! Solid penning, young lady...a splendid and well constructed mix of free-verse and prose....Keep that pen pumping! ~FjR~