Her Name is Confidence

I envy her blue roots

Her soil and leaves

And trunk and branches

For I am nothing

But a meek yellow sapling

Who cowers at the sight

Of her beguiling blue eyes

She can walk and talk

Like it's her duty

And, oh, the superfluity of her beauty

She is a rare one

This blue tree

Standing right in front of me

She is just out of reach

But they all seem to preach

How you just have to try

Not to be so shy

Stand tall

And maybe you won't fall

Wear that favorite dress

So that you can impress

But what they don't seem to understand

Is that it's such a big command

When you feel as though you are mundane

And you can't help but to abstain

From being this awkward mess

Full of unaltered success

But the stars don't lie

And they bring me by surprise

When they say

That me and that blue tree

We are not so different

To her cobalt darts

My soil staind orbs lie

What the stars tell me

Is that they're not very far apart

Being that they are both a work of art

She may be a towering willow

But I am like a meadow

With the majestic locks abounding

And the butterflies surrounding

Like the certainty of the words spilling from those colored gems

From the same place we both stem

This leads me to believe

That the stars. . .

They speak the truth

There

Right there

Where not many can see

Sometimes not even me

The blue

Shines through