Confidence

Confidence my enemy
all I know is courtesy
what my eyes didn't see
remained just a myth to me

What exactly has been lost
nothing given as a cost
all my demons left to cross
over graves with decaying gray moss

Now you peer in, ninja-like, and try to see
a kindred side of me, locked up chain and key
a place where roses grow from the just-withering tree
a little too curious, now aren't we?