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Jan 2015
When I was younger
I use to be afraid
of the demons
in the year above us.

They walked the halls
like it belong to them.

They entered a room
like they owned it.

I thought that when
I grew up
I would posses the
very same power  

but

it was never much the same.

A year later
and I'm still
looking down at floors,
avoiding all eye contact.

When I enter a room,
no one realises I'm there

when I walk the halls,
I hardly make a sound

and that's when it hit me

confidence doesn't increase
as you grow older.

The little girl in my journalism
had more confidence to talk to me
and I would ever have
to start a conversation.

You either have it
or you don't.

Confidence is shaped
by your personality,
not your age.
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