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March 29, 2008
Confidence.
Maybe itís an illusion, a mirage,
a projection that wavers,
glimmering just out of reach.
An aura that twists the air,
bending and shaping the spaces in between,
convincing others to see
only what you want them to.
Could I bottle it,
spray it on like a perfume,
hiding behind a smile and a
confident exterior.
The charm, the allure, the magic
that attracts and supports.
Itís a mask, a veil.
And on the inside,
I cry,
but no one can ever see.
Thatís not how things are supposed to be.
Honesty is a vulnerability,
that cannot be believed.