My writing is my writing is my writing

Do writers need a reject complex? I’ve been feeling ill-fitted everywhere – rejections mounting – one even had the audacity to tell me “please wait a month before you submit again.” Um, I’m sorry – *coughFUCKYOUcough*. I can wait a lot longer than a month. Believe me. I don’t NEED you to publish my work. I don’t NEED you to tell me what’s wrong with it. I don’t NEED you.
I’ve been discovering lately that I don’t want to belong anywhere. I’ve become leery of anyone telling me how to write, what to write, when to write. I don’t want anything to do with that world because every time I stick my toe in, I feel I’ll drown and lose everything I’ve been working on toward my voice, my style, MY poetry.
People might not understand it. People might not like it. But that’s not my job to hold their hands and guide them through. The best of us walk in the dark brush alone, machete in hand, the path behind us.

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