What Is It That I Seek

Could I announce from a pulpit, Travesties I disdain? Within my consciousness that remains. To inflict my personal conflicts... With a revealing of my own insecurities, I can not shake. Why do I have a need from a pulpit, To announce this to berate in a scolding. And to what desired effect? There has to be 'something' within me, I have not been able to face. There has to be 'something' within me, An honesty has not graced... That permits a self examination, To thoroughly erase. And what is it that I seek... To continue to punish others, For those mistakes I've made? Is it my own acceptance? Or my deceptions... That will not from me go away. And I need the assurance I am protected, By my own creation.