I am my own critique; who are you to judge me?
You need not have to say mean things to me
You don’t know me or what I’ve been through in life
Who gave you the right to accused me?
Were you there when I was going through the rough patches in my life?
Did you feel what I felt during my struggles in life?
All the pain and agony; the trauma and phobia
This is my life; this is what I’ve become
I often made wrong decisions;
Terrible mistakes and hurt people’s feelings
I am not perfect, I am only human
Is there anyone who has not done the same?
Was there someone who was born perfect?
I am my own critique; I do not need you to treat me like trash
I know myself more than anyone else
If there were someone who has all the right to criticize me
It would be me, myself and I