Why do you sit here and criticize me and tear me apart and point out every imperfection I have? Do you really think you are so much better than I? Am I really so fucked up that I need to have all of my faults pointed out to me constantly? What do you expect from me? That I be perfect? I cannot be perfect, I can only be my imperfect self, as I am right now. I strive to be better, but I still cannot obtain perfection... When will I be good enough for you to accept me as I am? When will you look at me and stop seeing the flaws that are so obviously etched into my soul? When will you leave me alone and let me rot in peace as the claws of self-hatred tear into me and leave me bleeding upon the ground. My own criticism is enough without you stabbing me with your knife and twisting it until my insides are in nothing but pieces.