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#innercritic
You say I am loved, But she says I am not — You say I am worthy, But she says I am rot. You say I am loved, But I can’t feel a thing. You say I am wonderful, But she says I am paradoxical. You say you love all of me, every single part — But she says I am dispicable... You say I am loved, But I can’t hear a word. Somedays Your voice resonates and is resolute, But she is always in the background, muffling the airwaves. Then, You remind me that I am forgiven — And that’s the nail in her coffin, gone to the grave.
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Jan 2
Jan 2, 2026 at 11:53 PM UTC
She
The inner critic is insatiable by nature.
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Oct 16, 2025
Oct 16, 2025 at 12:45 AM UTC
Reminder #28
Oh how I cling each rule/each limit/each principle Calms a fractured self Fools it into thinking it is still capable of wholeness. Chains and fences and harsh lines Built up so neatly As if Proximity to perfection is synonymous with safety A truer guideline Lets us fail And meet our limits meet our shadows connect with our friend humility. to be critical Has no reward
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Mar 23, 2025
Mar 23, 2025 at 3:43 PM UTC
**** Perfuction
What is true surrender? How to stop fighting? I only know the why. My heart is aching Because I try and try and try ... Constantly starving myself From love Permanently thinking That I am not enough "Oh my poor self" This is self-pity "Why can't I be as Beautiful or pretty?" "This is so selfish You're superficial" This is the judging voice Sounds like an official "Making yourself dependent On looks. On other's opinions, On not your own truths" "Of course, you know best" -that's the submissive one. Digging deeper a knife Into one's own throat. "Whatever it takes I will express myself" -this is the fighter, Not giving up. "We need to stop, This is too much" The fearful voice Afraid of touch, "Uh you're so pathetic" That's the ********* Self-hurt multiplies When it arrives. "Let's do this again!" The optimistic tone, And there's the naive one "I'm in, yes, yes, yes!" "You can't be serious" The everlasting anger Trying to diminish Whatever one thinks And disappointment Arises and lingers In the air, One is thrown into mist. "I am so lost. I cannot see" That's overwhelm Coming over me. This is where all the voices at once Scream at me, talk to me, Not one by one. And overbearing with the emotion One starts to drown in the dark and deep ocean, Foggy the vision, nasty the mind, One deeply lost, blurry and blind. "Now are we satisfied?" That's the expectation, To make something outstanding Out of every creation. "Nah, could be better" The perfectionist, Trying to please... Forgetting ease. "My chest is burning" Hypochondria churning, Maybe the pressure is Simply too much. "You're so incapable!" The inner critic, Makes one feel hateful Towards oneself. "Wow, that's a lot" Finally self-compassion, Emerging slowly, Comes into action. "Burning" - exhaustion, The energy released And the heat in the body- Increased. "Is this awareness? What's my next step?" Carefully wondering, Still full of regret, This is distrust, Losing patience fast... Helplessness howls, Fear kicks in deeper, "I think I can't breath," Anxiety croaks. "When will it end?" I ask and reply: "It will not end, Until I die."
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Jan 6, 2025
Jan 6, 2025 at 11:44 AM UTC
Surrendering to a thousand voices
What is true surrender? How to stop fighting? I only know the why. My heart is aching Because I try and try and try ... Constantly starving myself From love Permanently thinking That I am not enough "Oh my poor self" This is self-pity "Why can't I be as Beautiful or pretty?" "This is so selfish You're superficial" This is the judging voice Sounds like an official "Making yourself dependent On looks. On other's opinions, On not your own truths" "Of course, you know best" -that's the submissive one. Digging deeper a knife Into one's own throat. "Whatever it takes I will express myself" -this is the fighter, Not giving up. "We need to stop, This is too much" The fearful voice Afraid of touch, "Uh you're so pathetic" That's the ********* Self-hurt multiplies When it arrives. "Let's do this again!" The optimistic tone, And there's the naive one "I'm in, yes, yes, yes!" "You can't be serious" The everlasting anger Trying to diminish Whatever one thinks And disappointment Arises and lingers In the air, One is thrown into mist. "I am so lost. I cannot see" That's overwhelm Coming over me. This is where all the voices at once Scream at me, talk to me, Not one by one. And overbearing with the emotion One starts to drown in the dark and deep ocean, Foggy the vision, nasty the mind, One deeply lost, blurry and blind. "Now are we satisfied?" That's the expectation, To make something outstanding Out of every creation. "Nah, could be better" The perfectionist, Trying to please... Forgetting ease. "My chest is burning" Hypochondria churning, Maybe the pressure is Simply too much. "You're so incapable!" The inner critic, Makes one feel hateful Towards oneself. "Wow, that's a lot" Finally self-compassion, Emerging slowly, Comes into action. "Burning" - exhaustion, The energy released And the heat in the body- Increased. "Is this awareness? What's my next step?" Carefully wondering, Still full of regret, This is distrust, Losing patience fast... Helplessness howls, Fear kicks in deeper, "I think I can't breath," Anxiety croaks. "When will it end?" I ask and reply: "It will not end, Until I die."
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Dear imperfect me, You are your own, just be. You wrestle with insecurity, that you can't settle peacefully. Dear imperfectly, The way you are is how you're meant to be. Don't close your eyes and pretend you can't see, Cos when you do, you're missing free dom, and the richness; vibrancy, of what it means to be living, see!   Dear imperfect me, The devil wants you to be devastatingly, lonely, to isolate yourself from me, to run around, head cut off, me. But dear imperfect me, there's no such thing as superiority, it's just what we do when we are achingly, small inside, and out, dumb wittingly, disconnected from reality. Such a waste; insecurity, obligatory shame, we accept begrudgingly.   Dear imperfect me, Can we try something new, happily? Can we live more peacefully, seeing ourselves progressively? As beauty wrapped, uniquely! As unsentimentally evolving.   Dear imperfectly perfect me, You are, you are, who you're meant to be, For now, until you're not; key! Grab this truth wholeheartedly.
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Dec 27, 2024
Dec 27, 2024 at 10:27 PM UTC
Dear imperfect me
I am projecting My self-rejecting Onto other people This harmless action Destroys connection All in my brain A habit contained Now realizing Awareness sings Let's liberate Don't be afraid Fears are surreal Anxiety's real People are mirrors Of how I think and feel
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Dec 24, 2024
Dec 24, 2024 at 7:07 AM UTC
Projection caught in the act
The controller sits in her tower, Blasting down commands: Do this, and do that, Reverberating are her demands. How to calm her bellow? I ponder. How did she get so loud?! But then, sometimes it's so subliminal, Her messages that silence the proud. Silence is deathly, it kills life when left unchecked, Is it peaceful or suffocating? Is it healing or is it a tragedy? Can I change? Or is this how she'll be for the duration? I have hope in you oh Lord, That you will calm the controller. I have trust in you, oh Lord, But I just have to let out this holler...
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Nov 28, 2024
Nov 28, 2024 at 6:52 PM UTC
The controller
Some people just don't understand That I can read a face like the back of my hand With an Inner Critic at the back if my mind It judges and examines everyone I find Along with every action I take Are you sure that's not a mistake With every person I meet Lair, Lie! Flaw! Flaw! Don't even greet But I'm the victim here No one likes you, you're weird. Don't go near But I can't always be alone Just use your phone It doesn't stop, it's forever speaking Ruthlessly reminding me of my flaws Into my hollow core it's forever peaking It scratches the inside skull with claws It belittles and berates It remembers all the dates That were your most bleak When you try you can't speak You unwillingly see the worst in friends Your relationship bends Then you are the one to blame As continues the game The Inner Critic, oh the mastermind Quick as ever, one of a kind You can't turn and run Help, it's no longer fun
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Oct 14, 2017
Oct 14, 2017 at 8:56 PM UTC
Inner Critic