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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
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Oct 14, 2017
Oct 14, 2017 at 8:56 PM UTC
Inner Critic
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.
lauren-leal
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Oct 14, 2017
Oct 14, 2017 at 8:56 PM UTC
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