Matthew Henry John Bartlett

My friend Richie S has these verses on the poetry whiteboard in his bedroom:

Insecurity, no confidence that was my style
I did some false things, you’d say I was playing the wrong strings
To realize and see how lost I was, it took a while
But it was worth it, ’cause now I’m much more confident and fit

I’m not going down the highway
‘Cause I had the might to stop
And turn around before it was too late
Instead I’m slowly going my way
And if I don’t reach the top
I still got lots right here, I appreciate