"critisism" poems
If I was gay..
would it really that bad?
I mean,
I'd adopt a few kids, maybe even save their lives.
I'd show the world that I'm not evil, actually, I'm pretty nice..
I volunteer sometimes too.
But, that's not the point,
is it?
Kids are so afraid to be themselves and
you all wonder why.
Want to know?
Because of all the constructive critisism
we get from the second we walk out of
our rooms.
No wonder my stepbrother doesn't want to
leave his room or
I don't want to leave school;
They're safe havens from
******** like you.
May 21, 2013
May 21, 2013 at 2:41 PM UTC
Depressed, she sit in front of her cracked mirror, putting on her disquise...
She crys behind a hopless smile, thats hoped to hide her insecurity, but only reveals the hurt thats bottled up inside her forgotten heart. On her way to her corner she weeps. Because shes forced to sell her self to get her mom money for drugs that brings abuse to her bruises. ...Critisism follows her wherever she goes. shes been belittled and told shes worthless her whole ife.....Longs to be accsepted by someone whose not just intrested on her buy.. shes been pushed aside and called trash for to long... who will believe in her? who will carry the weight on her shoulders, tthats been pulling her deeper and deeper into the hell that shes living in...
Dec 12, 2012
Dec 12, 2012 at 11:38 PM UTC
You once said I was loud so I became quiet
You once said I was selfish so I started to care more for others than myself
You once said I was illiterate so I flooded my brain with books and inarticulate words
You once said I was ugly so I put on so much makeup I was borderline unrecognizable
Loud
Selfish
Illiterate
Ugly
But then it’s too quiet
Then it’s self neglectant
Then it’s nerd
Then it’s fake
I couldn’t do anything right
You once said I was ***** so I wore short skirts and crop tops just like the rest of them
You once said I was different so I fit as much of myself that I could into a perfect little mold
You once said I was husky so I stopped eating lunch
You once said I was lonely so I started befriending more guys than I could count
*****
Different
Husky
Lonely
But then it’s ******
Then it’s wanna be
Then it’s anorexic
Then it’s *****
Trying got me nowhere and i’ll never be like everyone else
But wait.
Why would I want to be?
Since when I did I care about all that?
I was not loud I am just expressive
I was not selfish I’m just not open
I was not illiterate I’m just still learning
I was not ugly I just have flaws
Why did I believe you in the first place?
I was not ***** I just rock a turtleneck
I was not different we are all unique
I was not husky I just had thighs for days
I was not lonely…am not lonely.
So why would I change myself for the likes of you?
Mar 8, 2018
Mar 8, 2018 at 8:57 AM UTC
Your life began when the first
Grown up eyes fell upon your
Words and welled up with
Parental pride.
You knew you could speak
To feelings; even an adult's.
Every word you'll ever throw
From your heart will hit
At least another. Every feeling
You form into a sword and ******
At the neck of an enemy of a cause;
A love; a matter; a moment
A call to gathering,
Will draw blood.
Young poet, yours is the oldest of
Souls. You see the clearest; speak
The loudest, hear the most. Write,
Just write! Some arrows will hit
Heart, but you have a shielding legion
Around you, to take the bullets,
Blades and critisism hurled against
You; you are not alone.
Write. Grow. It's a universe that hungers
For your every little word.
Aug 1, 2014
Aug 1, 2014 at 6:13 AM UTC
Hipocrisy.
Everyday I wake up breathing the same air as those I call friends.
They know thats not what they are, who they are. It'll never end,
The long days of critisism, false accusations, random assumptions.
Oh don't pretend like thats who you are, your being a complete fool.
Don't think it makes you look biggger, intriguing, authorative or cool.
Hypocrisy.
Dont try to look for excuses for your behavior,
Why sympathy and popularity is what you crave for.
You have fooled many but the biggest is yourself.
You try to think of situations where you aren't the bad person,
But it all leads back to you not making any sense at all, again just you not being yourself.
Hypocrisy.
You cry to find a reason to cry.
This isn't who you are, just a simple soul looking for something to stand by.
Well it's funny your told to look in the mirror, the way you steam like tea,
Because whenever I look in the mirror hypocrisy stares at me.
Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 7:40 AM UTC
I sat at the workshop
Two hours on scanners
And milling
I've been through
The theory before
All this new technology
Is a touch of someone's genious
I felt the brush in my hand
And the gentle caress
As it touched the surface
I felt the craft in my fingers
And the joy in my gut
The technique...
I looked over at her
Known her since highschool
Another lost cause
There's a technician
Inside her too
So then what happened?
We follow the same course
She's my best friend
My colleague
And school friend
We did everything
Around each other
She was a good technician
And I, I know I was too
A representative included my name
In the list of promissing technicians.
Then what am I doing?
Granted I have nothing to regret
My current job will get me closer
But why the detour?
Then I saw it
As I looked over
To one of my teachers
Who had showed up
For the same course
If you never build up
Your students
To believe that they can
They can indeed
Achieve anything
Then you will see
How they get lost
And hopefully found
That's how you lose a talent
By telling people
That whatever they do
It will never be good enough
You do not raise fighters
Because to fight
You need to believe that
The cause is just
You need to believe
That you can win.
We were never taught that way.
That's how you lose a talent.
And maybe the trick is
In the balance
Of giving balanced critisism
To point out the flaw
And to say
"You'll get the hang of it"
Mar 17, 2016
Mar 17, 2016 at 5:28 PM UTC
Not adhering to Society
Christened a Misfit immediately
If looked upon actively
Society not ready for them actually
Appreciate the Misfit with enthusiasm and curiosity
Degrade him with critisism
Is the completely Wrong policy
Faith in imitation
Totally wrong orientation
Faith in origination
Chequered flag for rightful direction
Contribution the measure
For the reward and success we treasure
Reaction to the obstacle a feature
More important than the obstacles nature
Rage wears the soul
Anger turns you into the wrong mould
Acknowledge your feelings as told
Move ahead by being bold
Aug 10, 2021
Aug 10, 2021 at 1:10 PM UTC
You want to know what makes me cry
Critisism of my life
Even though I know,
I’m way too shy
To tell anyone what been going on
In my head
My passion and dreams seem to be dry
Because I suffer from some conflict
That you are too ignorant to ignite
Take my pain and I’ll put it in a poem
I’ve been struggling way too long
Ever since them drugs they took my mom
When will you understand
That I’m not looking for simpathy
But maybe just some simple empathy
Jun 9, 2018
Jun 9, 2018 at 12:15 AM UTC