You'd Give Me a 4 out of 5 right?

by beapolkadot   Dec 27, 2011


He tells me I'm my own worst critic...

But how can I see past my own imperfections?

I shake performing.

My eyes glaze over at compliments.

My childhood was full of changes.

My present is filled with frustation.

I know I'm my own worst critic.

But I've learned from everyone else.

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