Confidence, you are the ultimate trickster.
Your bright light is a dangerous fire.
How do you decide where to set up home?
Why do you laugh and celebrate foolishness with the saddest of clowns?
Confidence, you have given voice and stature to vile delusion.
Their jeering and jabbering is drowning out those you have helped better themselves.
Confidence, do you revel in being misunderstood?
When will you quiet your loud trumpet?
Have you not met Consequence?
Do you not ache?
Are you not bruised?
Do you not mourn the many still babies recovered from your womb?
Confidence, you should get together with Humility.
She is an excellent mathematician.
She counts costs and weighs sacrifice.
You would make a wonderful team.
Confidence, opinions should be shy at conception,
naive at birth, carefully formed and delicately nurtured.
Confidence, why won't you listen?
Are you that insecure?
Life's hurdles should be approached with Grace.
You should get to know her, too.
She would teach you beauty and see it as an honour.
Confidence, Conclusion hates it when you rush her.
She should be treated respectfully.
Shame on you, Confidence. Shame on you.
Do you not remember dancing with Peace?
Can you not recall the plans you made with Patience?
Have the echoes faded from the music you made with Creation?
Take stock, Confidence.
Put your house in order.
Reacquaint yourself with Quiet.
Spend some time with Reflection.
Let Introspection kiss your forehead.
And for all our sakes, learn how to cry.