Doubt

Put my vulnerability into words

Delicate and deliberate.

I thought that I matured.

But I still obliterate.

I like to be my harshest critic.

Your critiques are worse.

My reaction is mystic.

Are your words invalid or rejection hurts?

Why am I the only one that fails to impress?

Are my feelings invalid?

Should I have ever confessed?

Or does my creativity not excuse me from lacking talent?

Do I want this

Or do I want to be recognized?

All I can be is honest

But in doing so, I cannot hide.

I want to be distinguished.

I want to be hidden.

I am too worried about my image

To listen.

Is this good?

Please say yes.

If you could,

Could you validate this?

Am I proud?

Or does your reaction determine if I am?

I highly doubt

That without your approval

I can.

Maybe this will be well-written.

If I just listen.