My words; my words are my paintbrush.
My words; my words are my voice.  
My words are my expression, my thoughts, my way of life.
What I write are my words.
What you write are your words.
Like a painter what I write is a masterpiece. To me.
My words have meaning, my words have life.
My life, is my words.

Okay I might not be perfect but everyone is perfectly incomplete I will fall on my face but I will get back up and try again in life okay NO ONE IS PERFECT WE ARE ALL INCOMPLETE and we have to live with it you might have a voice in your head that is telling you negative things but you need to avoid it and just walk away from it...