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Confidence


I thought I wanted to lead

I thought I couldn't bleed

 

But after being punched again and again

A scarlet red drop fell from my head

 

As I watched it fall to the ground

Above the noise I heard a sound

 

Right in my ears the voice was clear

"You don't belong, why are you here?"

 

I opened my mouth in reply

Instead I began to cry

 

Deep down I knew it was true

I didn't belong and there was nothing to do

 

The scarlet drop became a stream

Mixing with my tears

I couldn't see

 

Blood filled my mouth as I tried to scream

Clogging my throat

I couldn't breath

 

My heartbeat was loud in my ear

As I layed there bleeding out

I couldn't hear

 

A single question escapes my lips

"How did it come to this?"

 

"You gave up too soon

That's not what leaders do."

 

Once again the voice was right

How could I see myself as such a light

 

One that guides people out of the dark?

I was not worthy enough to be a spark

 

I wiped the blood and tears from my eyes

To see my opponent one last time

 

I gasped in surprise as my vision cleared

The person who had struck me down

Was one that I thought I held dear

 

Myself

 

 

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