Confidence If I took everything to my essence Surely I would. Fail to be me. Anymore - but become the. Idea of others. Decorated by criticism. Conforming. Individual is loved. Individual is changed by lover. Is Individual the same or... Should it be assumed. They are the person they were made. They are within bounds. Well, I want to break back free. Not that I was restrained, Yet I could see it happening. I want to burst into an image. From kneeling, I lift throwing out my arms, Wishing shattering magenta sparks. A crystal orb of fiery colour, To burst, From my torso. Out from within me. To fall like fireworks - hoping others, Might see. At least...thats what I see now. What do you see?   Back