One summer, I was told
By an admirer, a friend
A lusting desire—
That I was the most confident
Woman, that he’d ever met—
He’d ever known.
I had raised my brow,
Skeptical and surprised,
Each time. Because I didn’t see it,
I couldn’t bring myself to believe
What he said. He couldn’t see past
My mask. I wasn’t as I seemed
Though I was more than I had been.
My confidence was just a glamour
Hiding my insecurities and fears
My thoughts and darker feelings
Mixed with my pride, my back straight,
Chin held high.
Sometimes, to be real I came to realize
Was to fake it until you seemed it
While blending with the truth.
