Me, Myself, and My Own Worst Critic

For as long as I can remember,

I have felt inferior; This uncomfortable aloneness and constant fear that I won't be accepted.  It took me such a long time to be myself and actually say what I felt without being afraid that someone would judge me; But I am my own worst critic, and to be truly happy I had to get rid of that negative voice in my head. With a filter I am nothing but a fake smile with a fake confidence. Without a filter I am a shy, self-conscious, lonely, loving, vulnerable, and warm-hearted girl...inferior and always protecting the interior of my heart.

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