Confidence
Isn’t Everything
The
blood flowed in her veins like ice.
She
challenged people here and there.
Her
place was not to be Miss. Nice.
She
figured that no one would care.
To
her it seemed like just a game.
Her
spirit was to do or die.
Said
action was her middle name.
Her
confidence did reach the sky.
The
ribbon pride wound round her neck
The
day her dreams came all to naught.
The
angry crowd kept her in check,
Yet
for the prize, she took her shot.
Her
failure plainly there in print.
She
thought she’d win, alas she didn’t.
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