'You're not good enough.'

'You're a nerd.'

. . .

But you can't satisfy everyone in the world. Even those idols and stars are criticized.

I admit I have faults. But everyone has them. If everyone was perfect, life'd be boring.

So, who are you to say I'm lacking, when you're lacking too?

I may not love myself. But I know who I am. And you'll never change me.

Mere waves cannot topple a cliff.

We are just like islands, countries on a vast, open ocean.

And that ocean is filled with naysayers, who want nothing else to crush your spirit.

Yet islands do not sink under oceans.

The motives of naysayers have intrigued me for long.

Why cut down others?

Maybe it's because they're insecure. To console themself they're not that bad.

But by doing so, they selfishly burn down others.

Self-image, like its name, is only an image.

Do you know who you are?

If you do, then you've wasted your time reading this.