Confidence Isn’t Everything
The blood flowed in her veins like ice.
She challenged people here and there.
Her place was not to be Miss. Nice.
She figured that no one would care.
To her it seemed like just a game.
Her spirit was to do or die.
Said action was her middle name.
Her confidence did reach the sky.
The ribbon pride wound round her neck
The day her dreams came all to naught.
The angry crowd kept her in check,
Yet for the prize, she took her shot.
Her failure plainly there in print.
She thought she’d win, alas she didn’t.