The people who bring you down. Why? Why cry, girl, why? Do their words ring true? Only to you, they do. Do they echo the things you say to yourself?
What you just said is stupid, girl. What you wrote is ugly, girl. What were you thinking, girl. Give it up, girl. Go home, girl, disappear. Fear.
This is what we call fear.
this is when I read you. when I get scared, I find comfort in your writings. or peace, yes peace is more accurate … when I get scared, I find peace in your writings.