excess guilt

understanding that my writing may very well be a giant pile of crap is difficult to accept. at the same time, it’s obvious. the emotions aren’t really that well developed, and the word choice is all about sound and never about meaning.
perhaps that’s why I’ve always had trouble editing my own work. There rarely *is* meaning in any of it. I don’t know if I have the ability to shed light on anything. I drop cliches because I don’t have the life experience to mention real-world examples. I quote lyrics because better writers have said it better.
Then again, there’s always that self-doubt factor that must be acknowledged. How much of this critique is motivated by the friend we know as perfectionism?

oh the self doubt is heavy
these shoulders hate carrying water,
certainly shrug when faced with the task,
and now they don’t know what to do with the excess guilt.