Confidence aināt walking into a room thinking youāre better than anybody,
Itās walking in and not having to compare yourself to nobody.
Itās not the flash of the chain, or the noise in the street,
Itās the quiet alignment of your hands and your feet.
See, the world wants a show, they want the showoff energy,
But true confidence? Thatās a whole different chemistry.
It doesnāt need a microphone, it doesnāt need the lights,
Itās the silent resolve in the middle of the night.
Itās knowing your flaws, embracing the scars,
Understanding youāre human, but reaching for stars.
People think itās a shield, like you never get hit,
But itās actually the strength to just stand up and sit
With your failures and doubts, and look 'em right in the eye,
And say, "Youāre part of the story, but Iām still gonna try."
Itās not about having all the answers in your hand,
Itās being comfortable with not knowing, but still taking a stand.
Itās the anchor in the storm when the waves start to roll,
The unapologetic, unfiltered ownership of your soul.
You don't need to bark when you know youāre the bite,
You don't need to argue when you know that youāre right.
Itās a soft, steady hum. A beautiful grace.
Itās being entirely at home in your own skin, in your own space.
So let them chase the hype, let them chase the applause,
True confidence loves itselfāeven with the flaws.
Seran