You make me second-guess my decisions all the time.
According to you, I am unqualified for anything out of the ordinary.
You convince me to believe your lies and function accordingly.
Even when I manage to perform you make me feel like a fraud.
You tell me not to accept compliments from others and remind me of how unworthy I am.
That is your definition of modesty.
You tell me how they will find out how much of an impostor I am, stop associating with me and hate me.
I am never responsible for any good thing. The other person is.
You remind me of how little I know and make it look insignificant.
Sometimes I think you’re the devil.
You prefer me being good and small.
You want me to play safe.
I thought you will disappear with time but you are still here.
I have decided not to put my life on hold for you.
I have decided not to listen to you.
I have decided to ignore you.
I have decided to take a leap of faith in your presence.
I know you’re real.
But I have resolved to execute without your permission.
Also published on Medium.