I see a mirror. I look at my reflection, and see yet another thing I need to fix.
When will I stop?
Never. I will when I look perfect in my own eyes.
When will I quit critiquing myself?
When will I stop?
Never. That’s life now. You have to constantly be perfect to fit in.
What does it mean to be perfect?
Does perfect exist?
When will society stop?
When will I stop?
Never. I will never stop caring what other people think of me.
Should I care?
How can I stop?
Am I able to stop?
What will happen if I stop?
Will I ever stop?
When will I stop?
Never. I won’t be able to. I can’t. I never can because I’ll never try. I care too much.
Why do I care so much?
What do I care so much about?
How bad will it be, if I be myself?
What’s it like to be myself?
Would I like to be myself?
When will I quit overthinking?
When will I stop?
Never. I will never let me be myself because I won’t let myself try. I don’t know what being myself is.
What if I am myself?
What if I don’t know that who I am now, is what I will always be?
What if this is what I want to be?
What if I know who I am?
What if I knew why I have always been so unaccepting of myself?
Would I want to have learned?
Would I be judged for being me?
Why wouldn’t I be judged for being me?
Why do I think so much?
When will I stop?
Never. I care. I just keep looking back at myself, my reflection, and all I see are my imperfections.
When will I stop?
Never.