Confidence: a farce, a foolish concept,
or so I used to believe.
Inseparable from arrogance,
a crutch tailor-made for the weak.
A facade to hide oneself behind,
to employ it would be naive
to all my flaws, my faults, my shortcomings
which I chose to wear on my sleeve.

I can not be changed!

It was this attitude that brought me to my knees.
I relied on the opinions of strangers to shape my esteem,
appeasing others to the point of losing my identity.

But now I know I'm alone, no matter how crowded the room.
I find solace in the knowledge that I am my home.
Independent of your limits, I choose where I roam.

Confidence, a must, a vital asset
which I struggle daily to achieve
to remind myself I'm capable
of breathing life into my dreams.
A leap of faith that I have to make
to be the best man I can be.
I own my flaws, my faults, my shortcomings,
I won't let them define me.

I won't remain the same,
pride will no longer be a foreign concept to me.

Soon I'll be sitting on top of the world,
surrounded by friends yet all alone in my head.
I'll give only to give, no longer just to impress.
I won't need approval when I find self-respect.

Love yourself, 'cause at the end of the day you have nothing else.
Love yourself, 'cause at the end of the day you have no one else.