I walk along.

Unsure of myself.

Confident in the least.

But look at her.

She’s just like me.

Yet she appears so powerful and complete.

I could never be that.

How does she do that?

She inspires me! But she has no clue.

But I have to be me, otherwise I lose.

So, confidence in me you might not see.

Too in touch with the external.

Out of touch with my internal.

I’m not afraid to shed a tear.

Wrong decision! Awkward again. Doubt rushes in. I’m just too weak.

What is this pain?

I don’t understand.

So I beat my own drum.

And I walk along.