Confidence is Relative

by: shira

Confidence is relative
Forced relations with circumstance
I make you the maddest you’ve ever been
Maybe I’m trying
To make you scream at me
Go ahead
I’m listening

I’m a door that will not open
And a sink that won’t turn off
I will tell you all my secrets
But my eyes can’t fix a leak

I wish I were a pyramid
Built by stronger stones
Than these rocks I have for feet
And the straw I have for legs
Stockpiled in a tangled mass
Of worries and mistakes