Words Words Words Words.
I speak with cautious words that masquerade as insincerity or wisdom.
I hold my breath for the response.
If I continue to due so, my face may turn blue.
Why, in all of my confidence, should I mind what other’s think?
“You shouldn’t care!”
I’ve never swallowed it as truth.
Of course I should care what others think.
The day I stop hearing the words of others, good or bad, that is the end of learning. The end of betterment. The beginning of narcissism.
Why can’t I love myself while hearing both good and bad?
I absolutely can.
But I also see