Stream of Confidence

I tried to thundersing once,

when I was a child,

but I was mocked

by a picklelicking cacklebird,

and the sound wiggleknocked

through my head,

my pounding heart

nothing but a ragetoy,

wish-wash thunk

wish-wash thunk.

So you must forgive me

for my shyshut eyes,

and my triptrap words.

I’ve never really felt

kickpunky like the other girls.

I can’t whirlsplatter my way

into someone else’s glorydream.

You just have to accept

my self-light.

You either get it, or you don’t.