You're my biggest critic
Always there to throw the
Dirt in my eyes
To rub the salt in the wounds
You made with the broken shards
Your words made with my glass heart
My fortress walls are but paper
Your weapons of words, anger and disappointment
When will you finally see something good in me?
When will something come that's not what
I can't
Or couldn't
Or haven't done?
When will you stop beating me down?
When will I stop being mean to me?
Everyone's critic is themselves and nothing will every be as good as it could be but the hardest part of writing is just to let it go and twink it later. I enjoyed the poem itself the glass heart was good image i thought the cliché in line 3 and 4 but everyone is guilty of that because it's all been said before you just have to find a new way to say it. the ending was a great twist and i enjoyed the whole poem.
Approval and dissapointment all in one bottle.
and yet you get to scribble them in a meaningful light.
Although random, that's when it's best.
Great job!1!
Submission Name: Mirror Intervention
