My T would say that you are listening to a voice from your past...for me, it was my mother, she was colossally abusive. Who's voice is it that is so hard on you? Who decided you needed to be perfect in order to be loved and respected?
Poetry is so soul-revealing. And the decision to show-not show, tell-not tell to our T's is always a scary, LOL. Take the leap if you do, in fact, trust your T. I've found it's always worth it.
I will be thinking o you on Tuesday!