Scuttling around in fear,
anxiously peering over my shoulder,
fearing that someone might notice
some detail I’ve failed to do,
I push myself to accomplish things I value little
in a desperate attempt to avoid their criticism.
Finally I stand up,
wondering why I feared their disapproving voices.
There will always be those who find fault,
but only I can know what is right for me.
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