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#criticize
I remember the day I didn't know what to say Nor criticize Or tell myself lies A day of reckoning As the truth crashes IN Now I love spending time On my own Cherish moments Being alone IN the silence I am  F R E E Where my emotions B R E A T H E DLR 10.12.2025 11.12.2025 ( Re-written in First Person) ☼ ♡ ƸӜƷ ❀ ♬
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Dec 10, 2025
Dec 10, 2025 at 4:14 PM UTC
B R E A T H E
it's easy to criticize people for how they deal with pressure. but it's important to realize that pressure, like people, come in all different shapes, colors, and sizes; they affect people differently. because he doesn't drink just to drink. and she doesn't smoke just to smoke. they're trying to forget how broken they are inside. trying anything to escape their minds. escape their lives. and, at the end of the day, that's all we want to do too.
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Mar 17, 2022
Mar 17, 2022 at 12:57 PM UTC
escape
Never STOP yourself to WONDER how BEAUTIFUL you're ,, Jealousy will cease you to RUN after more SUPERIOR than you.. Your beauty will not stop you, but your PRIDE on your beauty will LOCK your MOVE .. OPEN your HEART every time you open your EYES.. Make your soul LIVELY and as PLAYFUL as butterfly Who spends their whole LIFE , flying across AESTIVATIONS ,, Of singly coloured PETALS.... Holding the band of RAINBOW on their BACK... If they stop , to CHERISH their beauty It'll disturb the law.. UNAWARE of their BREATHTAKING beauty they're happy & BUSY.. So, if you're arrived for a JOURNEY Never make SONGS of your MISERIES Make your PAIN , a mole of CHEEK Not an EXCUSE to hide your FACE Never let your SHORTCOMINGS be the reason to RUN away from LIFE... They call crawling caterpillars UGLY But wishes to get KISSED from butterflies They're nagging , criticizing judgemental Can only PRAISE the Beauty... Nobody is INTERESTED in anyone's journey So BUSY to see transformation But Ready to Compare & to make PERCEPTION ......
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Jun 18, 2021
Jun 18, 2021 at 8:24 AM UTC
Beauty
We've all imagined Wedding dresses and vails growing up losing our pig-tails and overalls trading them in for beach waves and crop tops only for the person in our Reflection to turn into a complete s t r a n g e r staring blank faced at a girl you can't recognize anymore drawing imaginary lines on our bodies with our eyes cutting away the imperfections with our hands shaped as scissors, wishing we could look like the models in the magazines or the actresses on the tv screens But, society tells us we can Never be Skinny enough Never be Pretty enough That our features will NEVER be Good e n o u g h Because the girl in the mirror who has lost all hope can Never amount to what we have been taught from the time we could walk and talk what beautiful is; We went from carefree children to teens who are depressed and anxious all the time most of us addicted to Nicotine and Alcohol our parents tell us to smile and quit with the attitudes but behind closed doors we criticize ourselves enough The little girl in her pigtails playing with everyone on the playground so innocent so pure get labeled as a racist in the 6th grade because her skin is white By the time she enters high school she knows better than to state an opinion, the teachers know Best, never stand up to a man, he's superior to you, even when behind the closed doors he touches you when you say STOP but you know better than to say something cause you had to have wanted it, take it as a compliment, it just means you're pretty if you say anything you'll be labeled as a W h o r e if you keep quiet it's an invitation for M o r e people asking "why do you flinch at a simple touch?" how do you explain years of torment to a complete s t r a n g e r, you don't, you smile and act dumb pretty is a vocabulary word to describe anyone but the girl that is seen in the mirror because she is Not Good e n o u g h and she knows that she has lost friends cause she can't trust them she changes her style monthly trying sooo hard just to be accepted she doesn't remember the little girl in pigtails, she doesn't remember what a real smile looks like, the pain behind her eyes c l o u d s her reality the voice in her head telling her "you're eating too much" "you're an idiot" "you'll never amount to anything" and she s     l     o     w     l    y fades away til there is nothing left to put back together cause her mind and heart are s c   a   t t e  r e     d aimlessly shes numb and she thinks, this is what happiness feels like no more pain no more criticizing No, more pretending to be okay
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Mar 29, 2021
Mar 29, 2021 at 5:46 PM UTC
The Girl in the Mirror
We've all imagined Wedding dresses and vails growing up losing our pig-tails and overalls trading them in for beach waves and crop tops only for the person in our Reflection to turn into a complete s t r a n g e r staring blank faced at a girl you can't recognize anymore drawing imaginary lines on our bodies with our eyes cutting away the imperfections with our hands shaped as scissors, wishing we could look like the models in the magazines or the actresses on the tv screens But, society tells us we can Never be Skinny enough Never be Pretty enough That our features will NEVER be Good e n o u g h Because the girl in the mirror who has lost all hope can Never amount to what we have been taught from the time we could walk and talk what beautiful is; We went from carefree children to teens who are depressed and anxious all the time most of us addicted to Nicotine and Alcohol our parents tell us to smile and quit with the attitudes but behind closed doors we criticize ourselves enough The little girl in her pigtails playing with everyone on the playground so innocent so pure get labeled as a racist in the 6th grade because her skin is white By the time she enters high school she knows better than to state an opinion, the teachers know Best, never stand up to a man, he's superior to you, even when behind the closed doors he touches you when you say STOP but you know better than to say something cause you had to have wanted it, take it as a compliment, it just means you're pretty if you say anything you'll be labeled as a W h o r e if you keep quiet it's an invitation for M o r e people asking "why do you flinch at a simple touch?" how do you explain years of torment to a complete s t r a n g e r, you don't, you smile and act dumb pretty is a vocabulary word to describe anyone but the girl that is seen in the mirror because she is Not Good e n o u g h and she knows that she has lost friends cause she can't trust them she changes her style monthly trying sooo hard just to be accepted she doesn't remember the little girl in pigtails, she doesn't remember what a real smile looks like, the pain behind her eyes c l o u d s her reality the voice in her head telling her "you're eating too much" "you're an idiot" "you'll never amount to anything" and she s     l     o     w     l    y fades away til there is nothing left to put back together cause her mind and heart are s c   a   t t e  r e     d aimlessly shes numb and she thinks, this is what happiness feels like no more pain no more criticizing No, more pretending to be okay
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I have become an atrocity Sure It's possible I'm being hard on myself But that's only because no one else ever is There are people who criticize me But only my actions Not who I AM inside
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Mar 8, 2020
Mar 8, 2020 at 7:30 AM UTC
Atrocity
Camera please Bring your camera please O' my media, O' my Press Bring your camera please Come and praise me Praise my looks Praise my dress Praise my deeds Praise my voice Praise my style Praise my mind Praise my actions Never bother for money You are my media Just praise me, Jump Sing and dance for me Play to my tune Just play it repeatedly I will pay you enough Much more than you think I never use to pay a dime From the pockets of mine I often pay from others pocket I feel I have the right to do so I never pay to my wife I never pay to my children I never pay to my family I never pay to my friends I earn and earn and earn I spend, spend and spend But not on anyone else I spend only for myself Though I often take selfies But please don’t call me selfish My heart truly beat for others My nose truly breathes for other My kidney purifies for others My liver work for others My eyes see for others My ears hear for others My leg walk for others My mind think for others I am the divine soul Only I am the divine soul If you fail to praise me If you dare to criticize me Then you are not a press You are not a media Then what you are? You are fake news
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Nov 10, 2019
Nov 10, 2019 at 7:54 AM UTC
Camera Please
“It’s becoming tougher to love you every time you hurt me. It’s becoming tougher to trust you every time you betray me. It’s becoming tougher to be vulnerable every time you exploit me. It’s becoming tougher to lend you my heart when it feels like an open wound in your hand. You taunt me every opportunity you find, brag about my flaws occasionally, criticize and act cold at times. I am tired of visiting the restroom as though it is my sanctuary during occasions, shedding tears and walk out numbing my heart. We ought to be encouraging, loving and supporting one another and not pushing the other down to rise. But the heartaches are becoming often and old wounds are being reopened. It’s becoming tiring to experience it over and over again. I guess for it to not hurt anymore, it shouldn’t matter anymore.”
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Jul 24, 2019
Jul 24, 2019 at 9:38 AM UTC
Prose: Excerpt from a letter; It's becoming tougher to love you
Before you criticise yourself for the love parted with others that have gone to vain gaze at the moon that has been there embracing everyone with the shaft of light but never able to retrieve the love from others. ©_shade_of_a_lonely_girl
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May 7, 2019
May 7, 2019 at 3:19 AM UTC
Criticism
#***Loquacious hypocrite, to your own misery. Criticize internally Obsequious narcissist, to your own false idol. No love to be found there You can’t beguile us For the swirling voices, no longer bask in our glow***#
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Apr 26, 2018
Apr 26, 2018 at 8:00 PM UTC
Triumph over Narcissism
If you tell gold it's worthless, It might believe you. But does saying that Make it true? Is worth defined By what's verbalized? If you criticize Does worth minimize? Words are words, Not always true. But gold is gold! And you are you. Don't weigh your worth On what you're told. Despite it's value Even some dislike gold.
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Mar 18, 2017
Mar 18, 2017 at 11:53 AM UTC
It Might Believe You
Strangers creep and float through the streets Spirits filled with experiences Weighted by regrets Or elevated by happiness Each one with a past, They are close, but their thought seem afar There´s one who catches your eye Her hair is badly dyed, Many would take time to criticize But maybe something happened one day Hopeful at the saloon for a change When a call about a soul ´s demise Took her out of the place Forgetting about everything else Not prepared for a loss A mom dying with no cause Who would stop to think about hair? Would you see her in the same way again? Now that you´ve opened your brain, Now that you´ve dared to wonder? Maybe presently, the deep blue curls Match better with the sense She might have felt that cold and dismal day Maybe she should change to a red Strong scarlet implying the anger The feels she may get at night Expecting mom back when she just won’t. But I might be wrong, *My mind can have floated way too far Trying to answer something I will never know The history of the unknown.* Maybe I am just wrong with my guess And she just has the worst tincture taste.
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Oct 7, 2015
Oct 7, 2015 at 8:23 PM UTC
History of the Unknown
Yes, I got bars, it's not about fancy cars or Lil Wayne rapping about Mars. So far I am marred and scarred by false charm, burned and charred that we are stuck in this dung tar. It's about understanding we are stuck in the under standings so understand this, can bring raze as I raise and rise to clear out these rinse and repeat Rhymes. I don't care about the money or women. Will your Rap make a difference. Only a few got the conscious to talk about love. The rest is a pile of **** I put to the side and shove.
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Jun 12, 2015
Jun 12, 2015 at 6:30 PM UTC
Hood Skill, the Boy Who Raps?
The broken images float inside my head.. drifting away.. time take me out of the frame the mistakes i've made never seemed to fade out of your head (as it is) you were always too quick to criticize you left with all that i was inside i guess the mistakes i've made never seemed to fade out of your head..
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Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 5:13 AM UTC
Mistakes
The worst thing about being a poet Is that you're drawn to pain The pain and fear inspire Great works and wonders For those of us good with words Some who are lucky Can write well of all things happy Those rare few Most everyone I know Write of pain Pain and fear Memories Or we compare, criticize This crap society of ours Emotions fill us We feel to the fullest We might get scared But it's not the pain we fear We realize that pain leads us Leads is to discover great rhymes A nice flow of words Words that help ease our minds
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Dec 30, 2014
Dec 30, 2014 at 12:56 AM UTC
Emotions overflow my mind
~ Disguised in your own skin    Overwhelming thrive to be seen ~ What to prove, what to win?    Acceptance from unimportant faces ~ The faces criticize, they believe what they want o    Unreasonable explanations, blinded by tragedy ~ Unaware of the value of someone like you    Strong, brave, a high head with high hopes ~ Let them underestimate, let them laugh    They'll soon come to realize, they're the ones who must cope ~ You've come so far, and with so little fear    The ones who care are sure to linger near ~ Continue to express your radiance and love    Until the end of your journey, you'll continue to shine ~ Set your mind free, don't listen to those faded faces    Undermining stress comes with too much of a shove ~ No matter where I go, I'll remember your spirit forever    I'll carry on what you've taught me, to different worlds and places ~ Different ways you've impacted my life    These things I'm sure not to forget, ever ~ Each day our friendship grows stronger    With fights, laughs, even some irrelevant drama ~ Our memories, our thrills, everything in between    If you believe in our friendship, it'll last even longer       ~Meagan Williams       1.15.13
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Jan 21, 2013
Jan 21, 2013 at 5:48 AM UTC
Friendship Was Fate~
I'm not that optimistic, but doesn't mean I can't do what's right I'm a rebel, but doesn't mean I can't follow putting me in a box where I don't belong.. why keep me?....to avoid any trouble? try to cover all the sins but it won't work can't accept me?, don't need you to... I am alone, but it doesn't mean nobody watch for me all my moves, all my words... been carefully observed criticized, judged, pointing your hypocrite fingers for you this is life, for me this is trash you can play with the rules by means of the power given by you but the rules you hold, is only the rules made by you not the rules everybody follows
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Jul 18, 2014
Jul 18, 2014 at 12:10 PM UTC
Scrutiny