Some people just don't understand
That I can read a face like the back of my hand
With an Inner Critic at the back if my mind
It judges and examines everyone I find
Along with every action I take
Are you sure that's not a mistake
With every person I meet
Lair, Lie! Flaw! Flaw! Don't even greet
But I'm the victim here
No one likes you, you're weird. Don't go near
But I can't always be alone
Just use your phone
It doesn't stop, it's forever speaking
Ruthlessly reminding me of my flaws
Into my hollow core it's forever peaking
It scratches the inside skull with claws
It belittles and berates
It remembers all the dates
That were your most bleak
When you try you can't speak
You unwillingly see the worst in friends
Your relationship bends
Then you are the one to blame
As continues the game
The Inner Critic, oh the mastermind
Quick as ever, one of a kind
You can't turn and run
Help, it's no longer fun
I have what is known as an Inner Critic, and is quite the psychological read. This poem was an attempt to help explain it, to those who think they're alone, and to those who don't know. We suffer in silence.