Inner Critic

Eyes, lips, curls, tongue, ears, all are significant parts of me. The parts of me I try my best to not judge. But sometimes...

Sometimes I fail, and I find myself falling into the darkness I used to call my home. In those moments, it is vital to cling to the positive. It is vital to cling to the ones you love. I force myself to think of the things I am grateful for, such as family, friends, free education, and books. But sometimes, even that fails, and I find myself defenseless against my biggest enemy...

My inner critic.

It tears me apart from the inside, dissecting and labeling all of my flaws. All I can do is wait it out. All I can do is sit there calmly, and breathe. After the war inside of me is over, I assess the damage, I observe the sore parts of my soul, the parts that were attacked. All I want to do is collapse into myself, but I know I can't. I know I have to get up again.

I have so much to live for.