Confidence

I feel a little bigger than myself tonight.

Not so curled up, eternal, internal,

Wanting everyone else to come and warm me

Rather than stepping forward to touch them.

I want to know a place

(mine, preferably)

What is it to myself, and others?

All I have ever been is what I am.

I feel like an apprentice without any masters.

I want to meet them.

Do I find them, create them, or

-damn it-

Be Patient.

To find and express my own truths

Is nervous making.

Do I become jaded, unhappy, unpleasant, and worst-

Dull.

To be uncurious and complacent and simple

With a mask of pleasantries and shallow thrill

Is the emotional equivalent  of working at McDonalds.