The world may applaud you, the world may not
You wonder if you are as good as you thought
Yourself to be, though you have much confidence
In your abilities, in your defense
Doubt creeps up when no one around you
Seems to acknowledge your value
Your growing bubble blown on self-confidence so far
Bursts, and you wonder if your performance has been subpar
You look around, try to be as objective as you can be
About your talent, and quite honestly
There are people with much more to offer, it’s true
But in quality of work, many do not match you
They are admired much more than you have ever been
You wonder how your talent remains unseen
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Then you complete a project, of yourself you are proud
“Well-done,” your inner voice calls out to you loud
You admire your finished work, you are oblivious
You know this is good, to look for compliments is frivolous
Passion...unbridled 