Critics critique my work critically
Continuously
My words
My purpose
My worth
Like a ****** of crows circling above
What I thought would fly
Why do I even try
I bare a piece of my soul as I type
The keyboard still warm to the touch
With prying eyes and cold fingers they judge
Searching and searching for cracks I never seem to see
Bare feet and calloused hands, Panic Attacks, A Lesson And A Warning, beautiful something somethings
Written off as childish, mundane, and boring
A kind of smudge if you will
Like a stone with no uniqueness
Critical their words try to weigh me down
Yet even the most harsh of lines
Will never rewrite the things I have seen or the truths my words carry
Line after line
When I write
My poetry comes alive
It speaks to me
It is beautiful before any harsh judgment arrives
That is all that matters
All that one needs
So let their words crack like thunder
I will keep on writing in weather they’ll never predict
Survive the damage their words are meant to inflict
I’ll ignore their rules so hollow and strict
Like a symphony only I can hear
The truth in my words I hold dear
They are like music to my ears
I will keep writing and sharing till the end is here
Leaving you all a reason to laugh through the tears
Feb 4
Feb 4, 2026 at 3:16 PM UTC
Critics critique my work critically
Continuously
My words
My purpose
My worth
Like a ****** of crows circling above
What I thought would fly
Why do I even try
I bare a piece of my soul as I type
The keyboard still warm to the touch
With prying eyes and cold fingers they judge
Searching and searching for cracks I never seem to see
Bare feet and calloused hands, Panic Attacks, A Lesson And A Warning, beautiful something somethings
Written off as childish, mundane, and boring
A kind of smudge if you will
Like a stone with no uniqueness
Critical their words try to weigh me down
Yet even the most harsh of lines
Will never rewrite the things I have seen or the truths my words carry
Line after line
When I write
My poetry comes alive
It speaks to me
It is beautiful before any harsh judgment arrives
That is all that matters
All that one needs
So let their words crack like thunder
I will keep on writing in weather they’ll never predict
Survive the damage their words are meant to inflict
I’ll ignore their rules so hollow and strict
Like a symphony only I can hear
The truth in my words I hold dear
They are like music to my ears
I will keep writing and sharing till the end is here
Leaving you all a reason to laugh through the tears
