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Confidence


Malleability.

Malleable in mind and character.

I don’t want to be that way.

No, true to myself.

I’m happy with that.

Others with chameleon-like personalities,

Bending to influence.

I don’t want to be that way.

True to myself.

I’m happy with that.

A world of mechanical men, mechanical women,

Wandering in and out of themselves;

Wait and wonder who they are.

I am confident in me,

Not changing for someone else.

Could I live any other way?

Step away from the assurance of who I am?

No, I’m happy with who I am.

I can’t live as anything else.

I will be true to myself,

Sure of my purpose, of my existence.

I belong here.

I am here and I am me.

True to myself.

I’ll be who I am, no one else.

How can I do otherwise?

I reject malleability.

I am me,

I am true to myself;

I am happy with that.

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