You are who you are because you function under a false sense of confidence.
Only this I know, that because of this, you remain as a unreliable and untrusted source in my books.
You live in the limelight of others and sparkle when they do, and when left alone you yern for this…
I’m sorry to know this, because I liked you in form – yet in principle you are like a motionless stone.
Beauty is on yourside, ignorance is bliss and you leave me thinking – but somewho I end up thing of you…
as a false sense of confidence.