Done Waiting

I am so over rejection.
Its musky and threatens to,
shake me free of morality.

I've had it with second guessing,
and doubting,
and waiting,
for someone to tell me I'm good enough.

My belief in me is apparently hinged on
what they see.
No moves to make unless they validate.
Who is she?
She cannot be me.

Mi tiyad a de judgment!
Tell me who are you?
Looking down your nose,
a scowl takes over your lips!
Quip this!

Enough already!
Enough of your jugment!
Enough of wide eyes,
searching for recognition.

I'm done waiting on,
someone to make
me
feel
good
about me.