Critiqued

Me...flawed private facade Unmasked public despair Looked upon and onto buildings Filling open space Galaxy crossing,nation wide Devils in disguise spat in the face *spits* Of the one who makes you Remorseful and unremarked Deeply undermined Gradually tormented But yet successful So I ask "Who are you to critique and lessen the quality of my work?" I,but a profound pebble tossed into a lake of surcease My own art in which I lay myself I laugh in your face Ha! Not to be taken down from the podium Standing here ready for your words You...flawless public facade Masking private despair Looked upon yet onto nothing Filling only your own Critics become the critiqued