Looking Down at You From Below

About confidence and what it does for oneself. Sorta.

There is an enviable certainty in the eyes of those who know themselves.

A confidence that shows in the way they hold their head--the way they walk.

You can feel it when they walk into the room.

It is not arrogance.

It is confidence in it's purest form.

 

They giggle and they laugh behind her back.

For her lack of qualities they deem most neccessary.

She has learned the key--to look down on them as they try on her.

Steel behind her eyes.

She sees things they do not.

 

Then she is confronted.

 

"Why do you act the way you do?"

"That's not right, don't you care what other people think?"

A simple shrug of her shoulders, "I am what I am, no more no less."

In her voice is the contentment of knowing.

Knowing she can get everything they can while remaining the same.

Knowing she has no standards to judge others upon except her own.

 

They tell her she is a bad influence on others.

But she hopes, oh she hopes.

That they, like her, will choose the flags and emblems they wear.

Or it will be their burden to bear, and that is a weight no one else can lift.