If I wasn’t afraid of being judged

Short poem about people pleasing

If I wasn’t afraid of being judged, I’d tell you about me. The real me. Not who I think I need to be for you to like me. Just… me.
If I wasn’t afraid of being judged, I’d be honest. I’d be who I want to be. I’d be living what I believed was true instead of what I think looks best.
If I wasn’t afraid of being judged, I’d be able to breathe. I wouldn’t hold my breath in anxiety in conversations and barely have air for words.
If I wasn’t afraid of being judged, I’d use my real voice. If I can breathe, I could take my time to speak deeply and relaxed instead of loudly whisper.
If I wasn’t afraid of being judged, I’d sing. I’d project and you’d hear me.
If I wasn’t afraid of being judged, I’d show emotion. I’d have personality to attack.
If I wasn’t afraid of being judged, I’d be outgoing. I’d introduce myself and remember your name.
If I wasn’t afraid of being judged, I’d be kind. I would lend a helping, warm hand.
If I wasn’t afraid of being judged, I’d listen to you. I’d ask questions. I wouldn’t work on a relatable, insightful, funny response instead of listen to what you’re saying.
If I wasn’t afraid of being judged, I would be the kind of person I wouldn’t judge.