The Con GameA Poem by therisaLack of confidenceConfidence So easy To lose. And The hardest thing To regain. Once It disappears. So Why is it I doubt myself And my ability To do anything Creative? Having been told By people With greater dexterity In these chosen arts. I have The necessary flair To be A skilled artist With practice. As hard work Isn't something I would back away From. Constantly Proving myself To others I belong here With them. And yet Am asking for Your validation In proving my worth To myself. A sad sigh escapes As I leave this. Hoping But not believing In my own self.
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Added on December 8, 2014 Last Updated on December 8, 2014 |

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