#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)
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Dec 10, 2025
Dec 10, 2025 at 4:14 PM UTC
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.
Mar 17, 2022
Mar 17, 2022 at 12:57 PM UTC
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 ......
Jun 18, 2021
Jun 18, 2021 at 8:24 AM UTC
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
Mar 29, 2021
Mar 29, 2021 at 5:46 PM UTC
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
Mar 8, 2020
Mar 8, 2020 at 7:30 AM UTC
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
Nov 10, 2019
Nov 10, 2019 at 7:54 AM UTC
“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.”
Jul 24, 2019
Jul 24, 2019 at 9:38 AM UTC
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
May 7, 2019
May 7, 2019 at 3:19 AM UTC
#***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***#
Apr 26, 2018
Apr 26, 2018 at 8:00 PM UTC
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.
Mar 18, 2017
Mar 18, 2017 at 11:53 AM UTC
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.
Oct 7, 2015
Oct 7, 2015 at 8:23 PM UTC
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.
Jun 12, 2015
Jun 12, 2015 at 6:30 PM UTC
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..
Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 5:13 AM UTC
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
Dec 30, 2014
Dec 30, 2014 at 12:56 AM UTC
~ 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
Jan 21, 2013
Jan 21, 2013 at 5:48 AM UTC
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
Jul 18, 2014
Jul 18, 2014 at 12:10 PM UTC