I.
Confidence.
The word is so foreign to me
it tastes like
cotton candy.

II.
Too sweet,
after a day of nothing but
salt and tears.

III.
I eat it like cotton candy,
too.
Huge bites, gulping,
drowning in it would be a reprieve.
Eating it this fast
will simply give me
a stomach ache.

IV.
I became
something I could love.
I don't think anyone
believed I could pull it off.