Feeling little...

Where does self-confidence come from?...
How can I get it?... I just need a little...

Self-awareness makes me drift away from the people around me...
My existence is not significant... In fact, do others consider it a bother?...
Do I belong somewhere?... I don't seem to fit into anywhere...
What role do I play?... Never can I be a leading role, a only supporting one...
Probably, even just a prop?...

Thankful I am, for there's at least a place for me -- HOME...
Home Sweet Home, where I am known for the real me, accepted as the real me...
The good side of me, the bad side of me... No mask for cover-up...
No matter how trivial a role I play,
Maybe, I should be glad just to be able to play a part and learn to move on...
For a simple reason -- my dear FAMILY, my HOME...

Appreciate the creation of "togetherness", held on by blood ties...