Criticism
The deadly poison blade
Piercing the heart of art
The velvet rope holding us back
Why do we sacrifice our creativity
To the harsh stabs of self criticism
Waiting ruthlessly
To steal the fruit of your mind
And then throw it away
The answer is unknown
Hidden in the depths of our insecurities
The camouflaged chameleon
That has yet to hear the words
Criticism
goodbye
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I Have Thoughts in the Morning
PoetryThis is a collection of my thoughts in the form of poetry, stories, and possibly song lyrics from time to time.
