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"If you were a billboard,
what would you promote?"
Failure
plastered itself on my page.
It wasn't me that wrote it,
I swear.
I looked down again and there danced
Denial.
What was going on?
Lies! I thought to myself.
But then it occurred to me
that these were actually
subliminal truths.
My subconscious held me hostage
and my pen went on a frenzy.
INSECURE
UNHAPPY
REJECTED
FORGOTTEN
WORN OUT
PESSIMISTIC.
Was that really me?
My defining characteristics?
The words glided from my pen
onto my paper
as if i was writing
my very own name.
My mind snapped back to its duties of
dishonesty and trickery
when my teacher asked what I had written.
"Confidence"
i said with a grin.