I can feel my insecurities rising again,
Out from the depths of my own perceived self-worth.
I try to hold them back,
Yet, all they do is resurface.
Criticism creates the deepest wounds,
My ego is too great.
I’m forever afraid of judgment.
It needs to be to lessened,
Before it destroys me.
The wounds get deeper each blow,
Until my self-worth dissolves.
There’s no fear of judgment,
Nothing to take away from what I have.
If I let go,
I can be free.
So, what’s stopping me?